In Middle School, I was an unaware nerd. In High School, I was a nerd but tried to hide it. In college, my nerd-dom was accepted but questioned by my jock pals. Hi, my name is Baffled21 and I'm a nerd. In the context of this amazing, insightful, sometimes annoying, but always entertaining world of Bucs Dugout, nerd=serious fan.
With that in mind, the Bucco's July 2011 has reminded me of 8th grade. Stay with me. Carolyn (names changed to protect the cool) was the girl. The hot chick that sat 2 rows in front of me. She was smart, funny and wore Wigwam socks like nobody's business. Just before Thanksgiving break, she said "hey" to me as we passed each other in the hallway in between 6th and 7th period. I couldn't believe it. I might have a chance someday if I worked out, stopped playing on my Commodore 64 and stood up straight. Someday. Not today.
But she did say "hey." She most definitely did. So I spent my Thursday-Sunday pondering our fate over Dagwood sandwiches and Intellivision. What should I do? Hmmm. I froze and didn't say "hey" back so did I miss my chance? Should I ask her to the winter dance or to the mall or to boardwalk? Yes, the boardwalk. I could show off playing Galaga. I pondered.
Monday I got back to school and there she was. Our homerooms were 3 classrooms away from each other. The bell. Opportunity arrived. I walked toward her, upright. "Hey," I said proudly. She looked around to make sure I was talking to her. Her furrowed eyebrows and slightly curled lip told me all I needed to know. My disappointment would've lingered longer but Big Jim (named changed to protect the mean-spirited) bumped into me as he met Carolyn and gave her a lecherous hug. He shot me a look and I turned away.
I'll never know if she really said "hey" to me or was I delusional or did she say "hey " to Big Jim behind me that fateful Wednesday. But I do know that was the best Thanksgiving I'd had in long time and it wasn't long before I said "hey" to Rachel (named changed to protect my girl).
Maybe it was flirting. Maybe it was delusion. Maybe it was misinterpretation. My conclusion: it was fun while it lasted; my confidence was oddly fed and has since grown; Rachel is way cooler than Carolyn.