The Guy Who Kept Me From Becoming A Lesbian....  

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8/17/2005 8:51 pm

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The Guy Who Kept Me From Becoming A Lesbian....


The general consensus when it comes to high school is that most people are glad it's over and are in college. I guess most of the time, I'm one of those people. But I was looking through the year book from my senior year a little while ago, and I realized how amazing it was. How much I loved it, and how for one fleeting minute, I wanted to be back there.
Then reality set it. If you are one of the few lucky people who enjoyed all four years of high school with parties and lots of friends, and being nominated for homecoming queen or whatever, then more power to you. Congratualtions, you are one of life's lucky beautiful people. However, if you're like me, and you spent 95% of your senior prom standing along side the dance floor, holding purses or cameras for friends, then you probably don't miss high school that much. But, every so often I'll run into someone from high school and I remember the times that make me miss it. Like Mike Dollinger. Mike is a really-super-geniunely nice guy, and I had the biggest crush on him from the first time I saw him in Geometry sophomore year. In addition to being a nice guy, he's also cute, funny, smart, and athletic. Mike probably liked high school. One moment that really stands out in my mind about Mike was the fact that all through my senior prom, I felt like an outsider. I was sitting at the table my friends and I had stake out for ourselves while they all danced with their boyfriends and girlfriends (I went stag), when Mike came up and asked me to dance. He had a girlfriend named Christy, but she was a grade ahead of us and still at college taking finals, so she couldn't make it down for the prom. I know Mike was just being a nice guy, but in that moment, I actually felt like I belonged. I saw Mike about a week ago in Dunkin Donuts. He was with a bunch of kids from school. I was with a friend named Will, and I had just gotten off work. I had strawberry syrup all over my white shirt and I was wearing my fat pants, so I looked like hell. I had classes with every single one of those people that was in there. Every single one of them. And not one of them... not a single stinkin one spoke to me. Except Mike. As I turned to leave, he said "Hey, Stacie... How ya doin?" and I said "Pretty good... How are you?" And he said "Fine, thanks." And Will and I left. Mike and I were never friends, we never hung out, but I know he's a geniunely nice guy. And Nice guys don't always finish last. Mike goes to a great school, as far as I know, has a pretty, smart, and nice girlfriend, and has such an awesome future instore for him. My high school put out this publication, stuff students wrote, for class, or just for fun... Mike had an entry in there, about how he's afraid of hieghts. I remember him sharing it with our creative writing class, and remembering how badly I wanted to be his friend that day. His writing was smart, funny, and unique. And all I could think about was how hot he was when he put on his glasses. My friend Beverly leaned over to me and whispered "close your mouth, you're drooling." I shook it off then like I shake it off when I see him now. Mike is perfect to me. He is proof that nice guys don't always finish last, because with me... Well, with me, There's no one better, no one nicer. Mike picked me up when I was down, and he didn't even really know me.

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