Tuesday, June 20, 2006

27 years ago...

Twenty-seven years ago I was sad, angry, shy, fifteen year old girl with a very bad homelife and low self esteem. I had this one friend who was determined to improve my lot in life. She decided I was going to this stupid carnival near her house. She came to my house, forced me to get dressed and go to the carnival. Crap. As we were getting on the teacup ride she tapped me on the shoulder and said "look at this guys eyes". As I turned to look, "this guy" moved right in front of me and asked if he could come on the ride with us. He had the most amazing clear blue eyes, enhanced by perfect dark brows and a full head of dark curly hair. I was speechless. I was sure he was interested in my friend anyway, so I let her answer. Imagine my surprise when he sat next to ME! Then, raising his voice to be heard over the carnival noise, he asked "do you girls party?" My friend and I locked eyes and laughed in unison. Not little, polite laughs, but belly laughs. The poor guy was so confused and embarrassed. Not being familiar with Chicago youth culture, he had asked two obviously "nice" girls a question no native Chicago boy would ask us. Only the black Loop radio t-shirt wearing types used that phrase in 1979. Well, I gently set him straight and we started talking about classic horror films, and the rest is, as they say, history.



2 comments:

Joe said...

I always dug a chick who could laugh at me. And throw a punch.

Anonymous said...

Well, it is rather funny.