Let’s go back, I want to say five years ago, to a time when I was still in high school. I don’t remember the date, but OH how the events that transpired that fateful day still creep into my thoughts and whisper the story to what I have deemed my most embarrassing moment in life (at least thus far).
The brisk breeze was refreshing for such an irrational season as summer is in the desert. The bell for lunch rang as I sat on the chill brick wall watching the hordes of students pore out of their miserable class rooms; some on their way to the next period and others gathering for lunch. Where I sat was the spot my friends’ would gather countless afternoons and eat their repetitive lunches and speak their uneventful conversations. Now truthfully the lunches were probably much more fun but after countless times of spending it in the same manner, the whole idea of lunch period had become quite stale. But this lunch would be far different, no this lunch would offer that change I had longed for; the only problem is that if I could take back my wish I would.
The story is kicked into action when my friend Danny arrives with a Joker smile (yes the arch enemy of Batman) and stands a foot away with a gaze fixated on my essence. I hesitated for a second before questioning his satirical persona and with one little phrase he turned the tables on me, “I know someone who likes you.” Just like that my face shoots up red as I blush and the remaining members of our group crowd around all waiting for the revealing of this girls name. But no, that wouldn’t be any fun for Mr. Lopez (Danny’s last name). He had to get his own kicks and giggles out of this event; what a dick, a douche, a villain. He wasn’t going to say the name or at least not to me (but definitely to the others); instead first thing was to obelisk the imagery of this female. Soon they, as in my group of friends, were describing such tantalizing images of the perfect woman; a figure more goddess like than human.
By this time I’ve become impatient and begin to beg for her name, but still that would be too easy. Instead I am given an ultimatum; having them tell her I like her and proceed to brings her then and there or find out who she is on my own accord. So I take what would seem to be the most logical choice (Man was I stupid). Moments later Danny arrives and my heart sinks, my day is ruined, no my week is gone. She is completely opposite of what I they had chiseled into my imagery synopsis. Now don’t get me wrong, I am a firm believer that there is someone out there for everyone so out of complete politeness and respect I will not describe her through my perception but I will say that she and I were incompatible. Now what makes this story so embarrassing is that by this time all the people in the quod have caught on and are paying more attention to my life rather than their own.
As she begins to approach I know not what to do anymore, so I wait, watch and listen for what’s to come. She says something along the lines of “so I here you also like me, do you want to go to prom with me?” (Oh ya did I forget to mention that this was right around the time of senior prom and let me go further into saying that the girl I actually took to prom was in the crowd watching). My heart skips an oscillation of beats, what have my friends gotten me into? For a brief moment I consider saying yes just to avoid the sheer awkwardness and embarrassment we are both about to face when I reveal to her that this is all a sick and twisted prank. All in all I come out looking like a jerk in front of a huge portion of the 2008 senior class and for a good while not a single day would pass where I was allowed to live the moment down. Unfortunately this day must have been even worse for the girl.
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