I had discovered that when I moved up to the high school that the
girls my age were less available because they were being monopolized
by the older boys who were looking for younger and dumber women.
Well, that was fine because it opened up two fruitful fields for a
resourceful young man on the make-out scavenger hunt, older women and
younger women. The magic there was that the girls at my school rarely
if ever had vertical connections of more than a year or so, meaning
if I just pursued a girl three years older than the other one I was
interested in I could try for both without getting into that whole ,
'why are you trying to date us both?' unpleasantness. To that end I
started working on some senior girls and some girls in ninth grade
which in our school system was technically in high school but went to
the junior high still which added another layer of protection for my
scandal. There was a girl I met at an all ages dance who was clearly
attracted to me and while if I was to judge her beauty solely off of
looks I would have said 6 maybe 7, when one factored in her very good
taste in men she started nudging up there to the 8-9 range. She asked
me to dance a couple of times and made clear through her dance
proximity that she was not shy about physical contact and was maybe
encouraging it. Did I say 8-9? Well, I was starting to find this
young woman irresistible - lets say, for those keeping score, 9
pushing 10. The dance, which was held on a tennis court was starting
to thin out as curfews and rides for all of the respectable people
started arriving. The dance was down to the final 20 people or so
which made my new lady friend even more bold and she started leaning
up against me in non-dance situations and putting her hands around my
waist in a side hug with her under my arm. Right about the time I was
thinking of making my make-out sequestering move my ride showed up.
Rob, Rob, Rob, robbed. He was cranky and in a hurry and was not
interested in waiting for me to make my move so I got the girl’s
phone number and got in the car with our pseudo-brother and lamented
my timing and his as I imagined what could have been on the short
ride back to Santaquin.
