Michael

It’s about two weeks from Coronation and Katie still can’t stop talking about Michael, the guy she met on Coronation night and danced with. I remember what he looked like because we were around the same height, her being about 5’4 and him being 6’0 it must have been hard to see him on the dark dance floor.  The Monday after the dance we spent all of lunch debating if she should send him a Valentine. Our school has a fundraiser to deliver bottles of Crush soda to your crush and she thought it would be a cute idea to give him one with her number on it, and see if he felt the same way as her.  I was so proud of her, she never did anything like that before and I was all on board because you know you have to put yourself out there sometimes, and it wasn’t me so why wouldn’t I tell her to go for it? After the crush bottle got delivered she constantly checked her phone asking me if I think he got it, if he might not like her, if he thought it was a joke, oh my gosh was I glad it wasn’t me.  Being in yearbook she has access to any class she wants to take pictures, she also has access to everyone’s schedule.  With a quick text to Matt, the guy who set them up, we had a last name. We found out the bottle was sent to his guitar class, the next day she went in to “take pictures”. She scoped the room, which I imagine couldn’t have been easy if she has no idea what he looked like, she only have the descriptions I gave her. She walked up to the guy that most likely matched the description and was like:

“Hi, do I know you?”

He (I’m assuming trying to play it cool) said “Um maybe, you do look familiar.”

Getting tired of playing this game she said “Oh, Coronation, we danced together right?”

“Oh yeah, that’s right we did.”

“Did you get my crush bottle?”

“Oh that was from you, ok, yeah I did, thanks.”

She was upset he didn’t text her after she put herself out there.  They exchanged a few more words learning she was in yearbook and he was in advanced guitar, the only student in the entire class that was in advanced guitar.

As she retold me the store there wasn’t a sad look on her face the entire time, she was just happy to get to talk to him. Till this day he still hasn’t texted her, and she nonchalantly brings it up every day.  I feel bad for her and she’s getting more anxious as the days go by. Personally I really do hope he texts her, usually I’m very rude about my friends dating someone I’m all for it but when it happens it makes me take a look at my boring love life, something I don’t think anyone likes doing.  She deserves to be happy, and they really did have a good time, I’ll update when something new happens.

Dedicated To: The girls who are brave enough to put their heart out there not knowing what will happen.

The Night of Coronation

The dance started off to be extremely boring.  The DJ sucked, He would play all these rap songs ( growing up on pop punk like blink 182 you understand my dislike) He morphed the songs so the beat was really loud and the lyrics were really quiet so no one really knew what song it was.  When me and Katie decided our shoes weren’t going to much use standing on the dance floor we walked around.  We got stopped but none other than Eric Pumbo, I don’t have to go into much detail to describe him because his last name describes him perfectly.  Over weight, dandruff all over his shoulders making it look like he just came from a blizzard, breath is horrible, and if he’s appearance wasn’t bad already his personality sucks. It sucks so much in my opinion mostly because he was the number one person who spread rumors about me all of Freshman year, resulting in four boys coming up to me at lunch while I was by my locker saying “Sorry, I don’t think of you in that way.” Two of which I never meet in my entire life.  I always hated Pumbo more than anyone and he decided to ask me to slow dance.  I told him I don’t even hug people and he said we can slow dance from a distance.  I decided if he really wanted to dance I’ll sway slowly were I stood and he can do the same, as I started to sway I notice his hands reach out at me, GROSS! He wanted to hold me while we danced, needless to say I ran as fast as my four inch glittery heels would take me away from that naked mole rat.  As I hid in the bathroom Katie came in looking for me.

 “What’s wrong?” She asked confused

“Pumbo just asked me to dance, Eric Pumbo!”

“EWWW GROSS!”

Thank goodness for friends who understand pain.

Outside the bathroom we ran into Katie’s friend Matt.  He really wanted her to dance with his friend Michael, the poor guy sat all by himself at a table just looking at everyone else having a (I use the term loosely) good time.  Katie really didn’t want to but in my opinion he seemed really nice.  He had light long brown hair, a little scruff of a beard, light blue dress shirt somewhat untucked, and he had emerald green eyes. After a while of convincing, Sara, Another girl in our group I just met that night, went to go ask him to dance in our group. We all dance and had a lot of fun at that point, we found out he was a junior, and liked classic rock music, when the dance ended I told him it was nice meeting him and he said nice meeting you too, to Katie that is, but person doesn’t matter he was polite none the less.

Katie, Sara, Eric (Invited by Katie to get back at me for getting her to dance with Michael.) and I all decided to go to IHOP after the dance.

While we all sat there talking about Michael and how Katie should go for it with him we ate our late night meals and people watched. In the car we dropped off Eric and Katie’s mom drove us all home, me being the first stop we tried are hardest to get all our complaining out about Pumbo being by us almost the entire night as we could while we ate Puppy Chow.

All in all it was a pretty good night. J And I have a feeling that’s not the last we will be seeing of sweet Micheal.