2024-08-27
1 小时 24 分钟I remember the first girl I courted, I guess when I was 12 maybe.
It was at a lake that my family used to spend a week at.
We used to rent a cabin for a week.
And the girl who was staying in the cabin next door, I had a really big Crush on.
And 11 year old me didn't know how to make a move to the point where when I was saying goodbye to her, my family started teasing me about, oh, you should go over and say, you know, goodbye.
She's like expecting you to say goodbye.
And I remember knowing that I should but not wanting to do it in front of my family.
And so you walked up to her.
Car as they were pulling out, knocked on the window.
Right, right.
And gave her a here's looking at you, kid.
Right.
Bogart move.
Well, it was kind of like a little salute with my two fingers by my eyebrow.
Just kind of like I remember turning around from her car and seeing you guys and you were all trying to contain yourselves and none of you were doing a good job.
You didn't talk to a girl for about 10 years after that.
So mean.
It worked out.
Sort of.
Not really.