unrequited blog

One time in 8th grade, there was a Valentine’s dance. I remember it being one of the first dances I’ve been to. And being all cool and stuff ( I was and still am cool btw) I dressed pretty nice w/ a button up shirt, gel in my hair (it was done all asian looking and spiky…this was before the guidos taking the hairstyle away) and having my favorite cologne on. I also remember there was this girl that I had the hugest crush on since the 7th grade was at the dance (we had some mutual friends). During the dance, I didn’t dance at all (cause that’s the cool thing to do…not dance….at a dance), I sat there bopping my head to the music, pretending that I was into it (but back then all I liked was fast punk music…so there’s something off there..I was actually much cooler than I thought I was (which is still true btw) ) with my friends.

My friends were like “C’mon dance with _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ when the slow songs come up!” And not knowing that they played like 2 slow songs throughout the whole time of the dance I was like, “there will be more slow songs blah blah blah” (one reason was cause I thought she wouldn’t want to dance with me more than once and two it’s cause I was too cool (this time me seeing saying too cool really means that I was just a pussy…but I’m still cool though) ). During the first slow song she danced with one of her friends (which is a girl…idk why but whatever) and so I started to feel like, I got to ask her to dance before the afternoon ends…yupp middle school dances were in the afternoon, right after class and also on a Wednesday as well.

So after many dance songs comes the last song of the dance. It was O-Town’s ” All or Nothing” and I was like, “Okay Reg, you are fucking awesome…you are a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm… you got “swag” and your hair didn’t get messed up even after PE. You got this, just ask her to dance”….long story short, she said no. And then dance with some big guy with glasses. I just sat back down alone all heart broken and shit.

I get home still feeling like crap while playing Radiohead’s “Creep” on repeat (I recorded it on tape from the radio…that’s how old I am…have you guys heard of cassettes?). I remember being so bummed that I skipped my hw and instead laid in bed. I hear my Dad yelling my name from downstairs, telling me to go downstairs for something…..turns out that’s when they realized that being 13 and social and awesome, I’m going to need to have a phone. I got a Nokia 3360!!

Guess who was playing snake on their phone that night?!?!!! This guyyyyy…granted I was still sad btw…but I am still cool though.

TL;DR WENT TO FIRST DANCE, GOT REJECTED ON FIRST DANCE, GOT A PHONE IN THE END..STILL COOL TOO.