That Thing You Do

Recently, I’ve been watching a tv show. Im not outing it, as Im rather embarrassed about it, but it’s one where the male lead is COMPLETELY in love with the female lead, and she has no freaking clue about it.

That makes me crazy. How can she NOT KNOW?

I made this huge face and whined at my computer screen about it until Brandus began to laugh at me.

“Weren’t YOU that girl?”

Err. Well. Maybe. Once.

For over a year…

Um.

See, I entered high school, and got moved from my normal French class to a independent study French class with another classmate – while at the same time, an independent study from another level was also using the same room. One of the guys from the upper level class and I got to be really good friends.

We passed notes! We called each other and talked all the time! He took me to prom! HE HELD MY HAND ROLLER SKATING SO I WOULDN’T FALL DOWN and at this point every single one of you reading this are going WHAT ARE YOU STUPID?

and the answer is: YES. Yes, I was stupid! Honestly, it never even occurred to me that he liked me. It.never.crossed.my.mind.

I dont know why. Maybe because I didnt want it to.

We stayed friends for a while, then we drifted apart some. Then he graduated, and I saw him a couple of times after that.

And last year, more than ten years after high school, it hit me one day while I was complaining over Lorelai Gilmore continuously overlooking the hotness of Luke Danes:

HE.TOTALLY.LIKED.ME.

So, on behalf of all those people on tv who make you absolutely crazy when they ignore the friend who’s in love with them, And, especially, to Gary, who was such an awesome guy to a complete airhead: I AM SO INCREDIBLY SORRY.