Write this down…Remember Every Word
Troy and I do this thing. We play a game of what ifs.
What if I had just turned around and talked to him in Law Class that last year of highschool?
What if he had talked to me first?
How would things be different?
He says if I had just talked to him I would have been surprised. I on the other hand, highly doubt that. Troy was one of those bad boys in highschool (this his old moniker, bad boy on my previous blog).
He skipped classes, smoked cigarettes, came to class stoned and made sarcastic comments. I didn’t touch alcohol until I was 19, I certainly didn’t smoke and well, I was a Girl Guide leader.
He was a little intimidating. A little (okay a lot). I just remember having first period with him my last year of Highschool and being absolutely chuffed when I saw he was in my class (even more so when I found out seating arrangements meant he sat behind me).
I knew of him (and obviously had a crush since he transferred to our school) but never talked to him really. I didn’t date much in high school. I hadn’t really grown into myself yet.
Up until that last year of Highschool I had horrible skin, and my weight fluctuated I wasn’t overly confident.
So I never said two words to him- until prom that is.
I was drunk and feeling sassy so I took the plunge. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I do remember shoving my keys down my cleavage. I was real smooth.
We didn’t really speak after that. I must have made quite the impression.
Honestly I think things worked out better this way. If I had talked to him in highschool and asked him out he says he would have said yes. Sure it would have been fun, but you know what? We likely wouldn’t be where we are now.
More than likely we’d have broken up before University started or during some of that teenage/young adult angsty bull plop we all go through.
Never the less, sometimes it is fun to play what if.