I graduated junior high. In the fall, I would be attending high school, and Persephone would be at my school. In anticipation of the obvious (to me) fact that we would soon be dating, I decided to prep her for this by having a friend let her know that I liked her. This seemed like a smart move to me. I later found out she thought this was creepy.
My sister got married. My brother graduated high school. I went to a church youth conference for a week in Utah. I got braces.
The week before school began, I attended freshman orientation. Persephone was in my group. I looked down her shirt. I'd made a great choice.
My brother and I went to see Guns N Roses and Metallica at the Los Angeles Coliseum. Axl Rose complained mid-set that we were a crap audience. He sat down and threatened to end the show unless we cheered more loudly. We cheered more loudly.
My mother and I flew to Pittsburgh to attend the middle three games of the National League Championship Series. We flew home during Game Six and the pilot gave us score updates. Then the next evening was Game Seven, and the worst evening of my life (so far).
Persephone was in my early morning seminary class. Since I was convinced she was moments away from being my girlfriend, I sat next to her to let her get used to the idea. At school, we were in the same health class together. Every Friday I'd ask, "What would you do if I asked you out?" She'd say, "I'd say no." I'd ask, "What would you do if I kissed you?" She'd say, "I'd punch you." Then I'd wait another week to see if the answers changed.
Despite not agreeing to be my girlfriend, she let me sit with my hand on her leg while we watched movies in class (and we watched a LOT of movies in that class--mostly after-school specials about kids with drug or sex issues).
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