I didn't like being teased, but I hid it well I think. I would just laugh it off when I really felt 'not good enough'. Being skinny is as bad as being obese; and I ate like a pig. Mother said I could out-eat anyone at the kitchen table. Still I couldn't gain any weight; until around the age of fifteen. All of a sudden I started getting compliments on my figure, but I didn't know how to accept them since I'd very seldom been complimented. It was embarrassing to me, plus I didn't believe it.
Then when a few boys became interested in me, I couldn't understand why but it was nice. My very first boyfriend was a guy named Jimmy F. (won't reveal the last name). He was Italian? I think. Daddy had a special name for him. Anyway, he is the one who gave me my first kiss. A french kiss...on a dare. One of my friends was there when it happened and she said she was going to tell my mother. I ran home, so that I could tell Mother what had happened before my friend could. I was very naive..Very naive!!! I guess Mother probably had a good laugh over that one, but it scared me to death.
The same guy came up on his motorbike to my house one day. I was out in the back yard and he asked me if
I'd go with him. I said, 'go where?' He said, 'you know, go with me.' Again I said, 'where is it you want to go'. He was asking me to go steady and I never figured it out. He finally gave up and left. I guess he figured he just couldn't handle 'stupid'. Told you I was naive.
High School, pretty much fun. Not good in math, science, history. Good in typing, art, music.. you can see where my strength lies. Still daydreaming. Lots of good friends, slumber parties, flirting with boys. I never elected drama, I couldn't stand in front of a crowd of people to speak without freezing up. Met lots of new friends to hang out with. I never skipped a day of school.
There was a hangout right across the street from school that we'd go to every day after school was out. The elite crowd never went, just us (lowly) inmates. The juke box was always playing, we would drink root beer floats, gab, laugh, talk about the latest fabs around. I had two boyfriends in high school (they didn't know that I liked them), Larry and Ted. Some days, if I went home with my friend Molly, we'd cut through Methodist Orphanage (since it was closer to her house) so we could wave at all the good looking boys who lived there.
One guy in particular that I really wanted to ask me out was Jan. We'd walk through and sometimes he'd be leaning out his dorm window and yell something and we'd wave.
On Saturday nights, at the roller rink, we had a local disc jockey who would come out and 'spin' records for the teens. Most times I would go with a friend. We'd hang around the rail and watch people dance, hoping someone would ask one of us. One Saturday night I saw Jan there with a friend of his. They were hanging real tight. I forget who went with me that night, but she said that maybe his friend would ask me to dance. I said, 'I ain't dancing with anybody unless it's Jan'. This fat guy came up and asked me and I declined. Then Jan's friend came up right behind me and asked and I said 'no thanks' to him too.
Well somehow or other, Jan and I started dating. His friend's name was Harold Johnson, and we'd always double date. Harold would date my friend Pat. They hung out at my house sometimes, because we had a ping-pong table set up in the dining room, and the guys would come over and play. Jan & I dated for about three months..always doubles. I heard a rumor at school that he was planning on breaking up with me. We were going to the Sweetheart Dance at school for Valentine's Day, and I decided that before that night was up, I'd break it off with him before he had the chance, and I did. The next day (on a Sunday), Harold asked me for a date and I said yes. We doubled again, only this time Jan was with Pat instead of me. Mother said,
'I just knew Harold was waiting for you and Jan to break up so he could ask you out.' ( I didn't know it.)
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