The goose has her first school dance this week. It’s another opportunity for me to ask myself “where has all the time gone?” How can I have a middle schooler and still so clearly recall my own middle school dances?
I remember spending much more time in the locker room than the dance floor. I remember that school dances were the same as taxi at the roller rink. Boys on one side of the gym looking board and cool and girls on the other side looking like a hen house of chicks and cool. I remember the music that they played and how I would listen to the top 40 on Sunday with kasey kasum waiting for them to be played so I could record them to listen to at my leisure. Always starting the tape late and missing half the song or recording too early and getting a very long winded introduction from the man himself. it’s funny that now when I hear those songs today, I can still hear where I accidentally recorded over part of a song or started too late/too early. Sorta like that’s how the song was meant to be.
My most vivid junior high school dance memory ( a side from multiple jazz squares at the 9th grade dance with Angi) is of GS. I was standing in a gaggle of girls…truth be told more on the fringe than at the epicenter. I kept seeing him (GS) walk into the pool of light in my periphery and then pause and walk back to the bleachers. After the third or fourth time it occurred to me that maybe he was coming over to ask someone to dance and couldn’t get up the nerve. And maybe just maybe that person was me. I didn’t really know GS that well. We only had German together. For me, middle school was more about liking the boy that showed interest in you than holding out for your crush. so I started thinking, hmmm, GS, ok sure. The fact that he never actually made it over to ask me to dance, definitely put my feelings in the fridge, but for a brief moment at a school dance I thought about him in that way.
Fast forward to the first day of 10th grade. High school. The land of pretty in pink and breakfast club. I walk into German class on the first day of school and spot GS. He’s got his shirt unbuttoned to his navel and a gold chain necklace at his nape. My first thought, GS got laid over the summer. It seems he went to Germany for the summer and found himself a little Heidi at a discotheque. This is all an assumption, but what could have transformed that gawky, unconfident middle schooler into this strange representation of manhood but losing ones virginity….in Germany? I think he may have even had a chest hair or two and you know how the Germans feel about chest hair…..LOVE IT. I just kept thinking how I dodged a bullet a year earlier. That that could have turned into this was unforeseeable.
I’m happy to report that GS went back to looking like an 80s American teenager after a couple of weeks at school and ceased to be that john travolta look alike.
The moral of the story? I don’t know, but bet your bottom dollar that the goose isn’t going to Germany without a chaperone…..or the dance this Friday for that matter.