Different Schools, Different Girls

By Jon Choate

Over the weekend I had an opportunity to get together and hang out with some girls from a private school in a different city that I'd met online through a mutual friend. This is the same friend who introduced me to my ex-girlfriend, so somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped that she'd keep the streak going and I'd hook up with one of the girls who I'd talked a good deal to and found that I liked a lot. Of course, I had no idea what she looked like, so I could only hope for the best.

I drove over to the mall where we were supposed to meet and saw her, we'll call her Jane Doe for now, for the first time. She looked better than I'd hoped, plus our mutual friend had told me she liked me, so I thought things were going very well. Her and her two friends had gone shopping the day before and so we ended up driving over to her house which was a short drive away.

I spent the whole afternoon hanging out with them, kind of a stranger in a strange land being the only guy at a house with three girls, but it seemed a good land to be in. Somehow we ended up looking through magazines and sometime during that period she bumped her head into mine quite hard when she looked up from a magazine. She was sitting next to me, and feeling bad and guilty, I put my arm around her and asked if she was al lright. The two other girls exchanged a glance that I didn't really pick up on.

A few hours later after a movie I left, and I haven't spoken with her since. She went from a girl who liked me to a stranger. I asked our mutual friend about it and she said I was "too touchy." At first I didn't understand, and then I realized it was the magazine head-bump incident. My putting my arm around her shoulder and asking if she was all right was deemed as too touchy, and my friend said I was moving too fast.

The moral of this story is that different schools have different girls, and that the way they expect you to interact with them is also different. These were sheltered private school girls, something I'd failed to recognize and weren't used to any physical interaction whatsoever. This failure ruined what could have been a great relationship.

About the Author:

What to say? I'm a sophomore in high-school who loves to write fiction, non-fiction, drama, and especially poetry. I'm a captain of my school's JV basketball team, (although snails with crippling birth-defects could outjump me.) I'm an actor, actively involved in the theatre at my school. I play violin in the Youth Symphony on Honolulu. I party on the weekends. I am your stereotypical, shooting for success, overworked, stressed, exhausted teen, and I'm loving every minute of it.

Article courtesy of www.suite101.com.