I was not brave at getting girls and I usually had to only flirt with
girls that I knew from school or church. My little brother had a
friend who was as bold as they come though and he was always going up
to girls to get their numbers and chat them up. Once when I was in
seventh grade and my brother was in fifth his friend approached some
cute girls from the next town over that were at our elementary school
putting on a don't-do-drugs song and dance show. He chatted them up
and got their numbers and then they realized that he was just a baby,
a fifth grade baby. When you are twelve two years is an unfathomable
chasm of maturity that no reasonable girl would venture to approach
let alone cross. My brother and his friend brought home the girl's
number and my friends and I thought we would give them a call they
answered and all three girls that my brother's friend hit on were at
the house we called. It was awesome we talked with them on both of
our lines for quite a while and with my courage bolstered by the anonymity of a cold call I was actually pouring on the charm and
saying very flirty things which would make the girls giggle and my friend Quin who had been silent on the other line for almost all of
the conversation chime in to say, 'Shut up Gause, you queer.' What a
strange and magical time it is in a young man's life when he is
called a queer for hitting on the girls by the one too embarrassed to
talk. We called them a few other times and talked a lot. My sister
even took some pictures of us that we could send to the girls and
they sent us some back. Finally, one day when we were going to pick
up our schedules at the Junior High we arranged with the girls to
meet in person and that is a really funny story as well that I will
get too right after I tell you about this hot chick who gave us a
ride to meet the girls.
