(Diary, Humor) Have you ever had a message from a high school girl (now woman) t

(Diary, Humor)
Have you ever had a message from a high school girl (now woman) that you only vaguely remember, and who never (at least clearly) demonstrated any interest?
I mean, I consider myself a nerd with just enough luck to win enough of the attractiveness lottery, and had been taught good manners, that girls paid me any attention at all.
So when you see terms like ‘crush worthy’, ‘dreamy’, ‘funny’, you ask yourself “I know I was clueless, but I considered myself a nerd, an aspie, and was lucky I had the girlfriends I did have. So how could I be that oblivious to girls who were interested?”
I mean, I could have married at least four of the girls I went to school with, one who was a neighbor who would sneak out of her house to visit me with regularity – and I know at least those girls would have been happy to do so. Partly because a few years later they said so.
But… cluelessness is what it is.
Honestly, all I ever thought of at that age was ‘getting out of small town America, college, business, money, power’. Of course, I was obsessed, usually physically, with the girls I was interested in. But I wasn’t thinking of marriage material. Just the opposite. My mother was relentless in that ‘girls will try to trap you and then your life is over’.
Now, oddly enough three of those women have died, and none of them have had anything near the quality of life that I have. And some part of me feels guilty for that. Which I know is odd. I have the weird predilection that everything I know of is my responsibility. 😉
So, can we get a do-over with life? lol. I mean it’s kind of unfair that it takes you to almost fifty before you understand the world well enough to know what you could have done better. 😉
Hey, God? Are you listening?
Do-overs for everyone around the table?

Cheers
CD


Source date (UTC): 2024-05-30 17:07:58 UTC

Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1796227063558385664

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