Learn to play by the Rules, change comes Quickly!
Now here I am, walking home from school without one High School friend to my name. Shelby has one goal that caused me to make changes, not what everyone else wanted to hear. Without one date in six and a half months, did I screw up?
Now it’s mid-April and I may be able to have the Date I want if I can stay focussed. It’s been a long dry spell, but I want to get a date with Willie Johnson. Willie is my Dad’s boss at Cedarville Steel. My parents have known my interest in this man since I was nine years old.
I got screamed at by Willie’s long-time companion down at Young’s Family & Home Center. She and many others had seen me grab and kiss the man of my dreams squarely on the lips. It happened at the company 4th of July picnic, he pushed me away and told me “Not now, we can’t!”.
One week later, a black walnut jewelry box was dropped in my grocery sack, full of diamond and emerald jewelry. My Mom found it when I got back home on my skateboard.
The next week Shelby’s Mom went to Ava shopping, I asked to be dropped off at the town square. I wanted to visit a jeweler I’d known for a few years. The laser etched serial numbers confirmed it was bought in Springfield ten years earlier at Designs by Rochelle. NO at the very least, it wasn’t stolen.
The person who bought these beauties, paid $15,000 for earrings, necklace, navel-bobble, and nipple bars. “WOW!” …was all I could think to say. There is only one person who may have sent me this gift, but this was not the time to confront him. I’m already in trouble for getting much too close at last year’s Cedarville Steel’s 4th of July picnic. Kare-Ann Young is just plain pissed off at my aggressive behavior.
Every Sunday I see him with her at church, we try to avoid eye contact, but I’ve caught him glancing my way. At five foot eight and one hundred thirty-five pounds of pure perfection, I’m a real eye-catcher. I am NOT conceited, I’ve looked in a mirror and I am not blind… I sizzle!
My Mom and Dad, and the Sanders wives, all of whom I can always talk to about anything. All have cautioned me about getting too close to Willie. These are my friends, all keep assuring me that my day is coming, just be patient.
I quit the Friday night parties, I told three teachers: “No More“. Now I’m reaping what I’ve sown. Okay, my actions could have gotten some people in serious trouble, but didn’t. I know I have adult friends who covered for my wild ways. To quit messing around has not helped with my need to be held and cuddled. Cold turkey is not making the grade for me. I need male attention and I know I’ve not behaved like a proper young lady.
Four scroungy looking men crawling out of the old car that just slid to a stop in front of me. That’s not the attention I’m craving…