Let's laugh at youth

I was thinking last night about when I was young - Freshman in HS. I so wanted a Jr. guy to like me. We had gym class together - and every once in awhile he actually spoke to me. That was all the encouragement I needed! Every year we had to take swimming in Sept. - in an outdoor pool. My class was in the morning so I was usually one big goose bump.

Here I am - 5' 7 1/2" - 110#'s - skinny. I would sneak my mom's bikini to school and wear it - somewhere in my brain I had figured I could look as good as her in it. How the top stayed on I don't know.

I was always aware of where this guy was and when he was standing by the high dive, I thought here is my chance. Never mind the fact that I had never tried diving - even from the low board - and that I could only do a pretty mean dog paddle. Also, I was terrified of heights. But you know, anything for love.

As I climbed the ladder, I called out his name and waved. That got his attention, since he had noticed that I couldn't really swim. He stood there watching as I walked out to the end of the board. Bounced on it a little, and dove off. I did a perfect high dive "belly flop". Knocked the wind right out of me and the guy had to dive in to rescue me. That wasn't part of the plan, but it got him by me - until we got to the side and he knew I was okay.

After that, he usually pretty much ignored me. Like I was some geek or something. Can you imagine that.