[2008:This week's number one album is Bad Girls by Donna Summer. The number one song is hers: Hot Stuff. That tells you something about this era!]
I should start talking about myself. My name is Robert M. I was born in 1963. My parents are Howard and my stepmother is Jenny. My mom is Dora. I have a brother, Coleman, a step-sister Sue and a half sis Julia. Another half is on the way. Right now I live on Prospect street in BG.
The problem that Tim has? Well, I have it too. Though to a lesser degree, to be sure. I can talk to girls easily, but asking them out is difficult. It's very common. And I must say that I've had my chances. In the 8th grade (77-78) I had two totally perfect, easy chances to get a girlfriend. One was Barb H. She was in my fifth period math class. She sat in front of me. During the whole year we were always passing notes to each other, carrying on discussions by note. We got to be good friends, then in one note she asked me if I thought we would make a good couple (someone had told her that we would, she told me). I wrote back that I thought we might, possibly. Then she asked me if I wanted us to be a couple. Well, thanks to my imagination, I was able to put off answering her for days. I kept making excuses, but I knew that I would have to answer. Finally I ran out of excuses, and she was pleading with me in the note so much to answer, that I just had to.
If I said yes, I would have had an instant girlfriend. If I said no, I would hurt her feelings, I might lose a friend, and I would blow a perfect opportunity. So I skillfully all that and told her I did not want to be a couple now, but later in the year I might change my mind. So she decided to put off the matter until later in the year.
[here in 2008, I'll tell you the truth: I was a snob and thought she was lower middle class, and I didn't want to date her. Later on she went to a vocational high school, which in my mind then was proof I was "too good" for her. Of course I was an idiot punk with no sense at all. I hope she's had a good life since 1977.]
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