>>125256507Damn...I remember there was this somewhat tomboy girl in class, while I was 10. She was almost two years older than me, so she was more 'developed'. She would bring her PS2 to school to play Def Jam NY and Tekken 5 in the library. I also caught her having one or two porn pics on her Blackberry.
We talked, but not too often. One day during class, she covered my eyes and played a game of 'guess who?'. I played along a bit, squeezed her hand a bit, then her arms, then her boob (accidentally). She just teased 'Ohh...he's touching a private part~ Naughty.' (I didn't know what tits were...). She started getting a bit 'friendlier', but I didn't notice then. I was the 'book smart, social retard' of the class, classmates joked about it, the teacher made fun of it. They also made fun of my ears, so assumed I was just ugly.
Then, some time she joked about I being her boyfriend, in the open, among my classmates. I though she was lying, and it was just another cruel joke (some classmate did that to me before.) At this point, I wasn't up for the 'jokes', so I just said 'Stop doing that, we aren't together...'. She just told me not to take it seriously.
On graduation we didn't talk much, all classmates wrote their phone numbers on each other's uniforms. I didn't have a phone, but she did. She was among the first to write her's on mine. Everyone was also on Facebook at the time, except me. ...And that the last time I truly 'spoke' to her. That was 13 years ago. I saw her from a distance 4 years ago in her mom's car at a mall, but with a baby. I automatically assumed the worst, I didn't have the balls to say 'Hi'. I hailed to her and waved, she looked in my direction, but she didn't wave back.
My other classmate recalled seeing her earlier this year, but remarked that the girl has gone cold and distant.
These days, I think about her; somehow I still get dreams about the girl. I wonder if there was anything there, if I blew my chance and this torture is my penance.
