In my last installment of SOS I told you about the time I ran. This week it’s about the boy who ran from me.

It was High School. I’m pretty sure it was my Junior year. I was a percussionist in High School and he was a fellow percussionist. He was also much better than me. But we’d been playing drums together for two years now and we were friends. As friends I asked him to a girl’s choice dance. It was a girl’s formal. I was asking him because we were friends and I thought it would be fun. We’ll call him David.

Let me just clarify that one more time for you. I had no romantic interest in him. Apparently he thought that I did. So we planned the date and I was going to drive us and 6 other couples in our 15 passenger van. We’d done this for Sadie Hawkins earlier in the year and it was a ton of fun. For some reason 3 days before the date my Dad told me I wasn’t allowed to use the van. I don’t remember there being a reason. I was really upset. Over the top dramatically upset. Crying hysterically at school upset. So bad that the choir teacher (who was ‘friends’ with all the students but who I didn’t know that well) tried to help me out and asked what was wrong. So I told him. I don’t think he was impressed with the magnitude of the problem.

David offered to drive his car. But it was a girl’s choice dance! For some reason that was a big deal to me. My best friend that was in our group ended up driving. Trauma over. So we started out having dinner at a friend’s house that her mom made for us. There were about 14 people in our group. Now since the time I asked him to the dance David was acting weird. But at dinner he was even weirder. Salting/peppering my water when I went to the bathroom. Dumb boy stuff. I couldn’t figure it out at the time. But by the end of the date I’d pretty much guessed how he was feeling.

So we went to the dance and danced a little bit. But mostly just hung out and talked with friends. It was fun and I had a good time. I thought he had a good time too. I didn’t feel like there was much pressure. Besides- we were just friends.

We drove my friend’s date home first, then we went to drive David home. The car had hardly even come to a complete stop before he darted from the car and ran into the house- pretty much before I had even unbuckled. I remember just sitting there and laughing with my friend the driver at how scared he must have been that I was going to try to kiss him or something. Which, for the record I wasn’t.

So I figure he was worried that I liked him liked him rather then just wanting to be friends so he was worried that I was going to try to kiss him or something? In any case it was pretty funny (looking back). But I learned my lesson then and never asked out another drummer.

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**Just a note** Stories are for the most part true unless detailed as otherwise. But as a participant in the stories- and since they generally happened at least 10 years ago (before my marriage to Mr. Right) I’m reserving the right to tell all Soap Opera Sunday stories to the best of my recollection- and with possible story improving embellishments. Also? Names have been changed to protect the innocent other participants.

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