After
her friend yelled at me in the hall I capitulated and returned my
overzealous admirers phone calls. Then she was back to the being
outside all of my classes schedule. I had another dance, boys choice
coming up and I didn't want to take her but I also didn't want to get
murdered in my sleep or in a more ignominious manner. I was trying to
figure out a slick and easy way out and I couldn't so I came up with
the plan I teased at the end of the last post. I asked my little
brother to ask her out to the dance. My plan was that if he asked her
she would have to go with him and I could legitimately not ask her
and then it would give me a way out of her overbearing affections and
my brother could make a clean escape as well. I don't really know
what my brother's motivation was besides helping me out because I
don't think that he had any interest in her besides that. He went all
out and made her a volleyball sized paper mache pig-like alien and
had the invitation to the dance on a strip of paper that fed out of
it's mouth. The day after he asked her I was in English class in the
morning she came to the door and asked to talk to me. The teacher
gave me permission to leave and we went and sat on a bench that was
set into the wall of a back hall and she worked up the courage to
tell me what was on her mind. She was fervent and a little more
intense than the situation merited when she explained her problem.
She told me that my brother had asked her out to the dance. Did he
now? She told me that she did want to go with him but she wanted to
make sure I was okay with it because we kind-of had something going
and she didn't want to hurt my feelings. I played it cool as I saw
the end of this ordeal clearly in my sights. I took a deep breath to
indicated my level of contemplation and concern and I let it out
slowly and then told her I thought she should go with him and have a
fun time. She said she was glad that I was okay with it and she gave
me a hug and left down the hall. I felt like I had been filled up
with freedom and happiness from my toes to my head. I didn't
celebrate until she was around the corner but then I gave it a silent
fist pumping 'Yes!' and then I went back to class much more relieved
and happy than I should have been I guess. My brother took her to the
dance and I took someone else and I may have asked him how it went
but I don't remember what he told me. The important thing as far as I
was concerned was that she stopped hanging out waiting for each of my
classes to end and she stopped calling and her crazy friend didn't
yell at me again. That is not true, she did yell at me again one time
5 years later when her boyfriend’s cousin was my roommate and she
came over for a visit and we got into it a little.
