Well we left off last time at the day Jamey and I met. Now
we will pick up and tell our versions of the years that led up to our eventual
dating. Oh and this post is quite long, but we have both already basically written the next post and I promise it isn't as long!! Bear with me through this one and I'll post the next one in a day or two!
My Version:
Of course since Jamey is the story teller in our family I am
sure his will be MUCH better than mine so I will try to keep this short so you
can just move onto his version!
Like I said in the last post the next few years
flew by with us each having our own friends and sometimes our friends
intermingling, but never anything serious. I guess I should pick up in more
detail about freshmen year of high school. I think high school was about the
time I began to take a little more notice of Jamey. We went to a small school,
so of course everyone knew each other and were friends, but outside our small
circles we didn’t hang out with everyone outside of school. Freshmen year our
classes began to get smaller, and we had classes more with our friends than ever
before. (Our school did advanced tracks and everyone that was in our friend
group took the advanced classes so we all had them together, where as in middle
school we were all a little bit more spread out.) One person that kept popping
up in a large majority of my classes was Jamey. It was around this year though,
that I began to discover that Jamey wasn’t just an unbelievable nerd, but
actually a really smart and interesting guy. Of course if you know anything
about me I was dating someone at the time, and I thought this guy was perfect.
He was older and didn’t go to our school and was a little different than the
other boys that I knew, so I was sold on him hook, line, and sinker, but somehow
Jamey still stood out to me in a way a couldn’t quite put my finger on at the
time.
My best friend and I at the time began looking into going to a boarding
school in Mobile and Jamey was looking into it also, so we all talked a lot
about going to school there and if our parents were going to let us and all
that, but alas my friend and Jamey went off to boarding school and my parents
decided I would be better suited at home. So just as quickly as I had begun to
notice Jamey he was gone and I thought that was that.
Sophomore year was just typical sophomore year, my boyfriend
changed, I got my license, and at some point I learned that Jamey was coming
back to school at Demopolis. Junior year began and once again Jamey was back
into my life. He was dating someone from his boarding school and I was dating a
football/ baseball player. That was the year that I noticed how much Jamey had
grown up into a very smart and witty and handsome boy and not just the
nerdy boy that would make fun of me in middle school. I’m pretty sure we
flirted mercilessly throughout Junior year, and on more than one occasion I had
to promise my boyfriend there was absolutely nothing going on. Although we
snuck away everyday to have study hall together and did all our school projects
together I was still in denial about the whole thing. I think the whole school
knew better than we did that it wouldn’t be long before we were together.
Our
11th grade history teacher got us to sign up for a summer program at
Ole Miss and that gave us even more reason to talk and keep in touch, but I was
still dating said guy, and I was distraught about having to end the relationship.
The last real time that year Jamey and I talked I’m pretty sure we talked about the
eventual end of my relationship, but then school was out and my boyfriend and I
were off to Europe with other friends from school, and just like that Jamey was
out of my life for the second time…
Jamey's Version:
The first few years of high school in regards to our
relationship are fairly uneventful. However, I’ll share a few snapshots will
help give you an idea of how we were before we started dating, to set the stage
for our relationship, so to speak.
During my freshman year of high school, I was still a member
of the “not-so-cool” kids. Morgan, in my memory, sometimes hung out in the
not-so-cool group, but she was a full-fledged member of the cool kids. Queue up
stereotypes of the guy, eating snack on the wrong side of the hallway, and the
girl from Coach Sprinkle’s cool-kid homeroom falling for his Converses, etc. I
do have one fond memory of us eating snack one day (if you could not tell,
snack-eating was the crux of our high-school social makeup).
You see, Morgan has a tendency to stand very close to
someone when she gets excited, way too close for American standards (she might
fit in well in a European dialogue, however). One day at snack, she was talking
to me and she was, I mean, close. Way
too close for even Morgan’s European heated-conversation standards; we are
face-to-face and she is filling-up-my-frame-of-vision close. That’s when it hit me. I
wonder if she likes me…?
Well, not too long after said incident, I went off to ASMS
for my sophomore year of schooling. I don’t know if I ever told Morgan (for
fear of freaking her out when we first started dating) about how often I
thought of her while I was at ASMS… But I found out sometime that year that she
had another boyfriend, and that they were “kinda-serious.”
So I resigned myself to not dating her.
I came back to DHS the following year and she was still dating said serious-relationship
guy. Something had to be done. The attraction between the two of us was palpable. It could not be ignored, by
any member of this high-school not-quite-so-licentious ménage-a-trois.
I was a library aide for third period that year, meaning I
would sit in the library and do nothing for that period. She was taking a “study
hall” in a class beside the library. There would be no harm in us studying for
our AP class together during that time, now would there? After all, we were a
very studious pair, and she would attend the library during third period almost
without fail for the duration of our Junior year.
During these library study sessions, Morgan would giggle ceaselessly
at my ceaseless quick wit, and we would pretend to not stare longingly into
each others’ eyes while we talked about US history and the like. And in that
same US history class, I chose a seat on one side of the room during the appointed
hour for choosing seats, one with a vacant spot in front of me. You’ll never
guess where Morgan began to sit…
You’re right: precisely in the seat in front of me.
The relational tension was mounting. People began to talk. During one of her trips to the bathroom, a US
history classmate looked over at me and said, “You know she really likes you, don’t
you?” “I do, but what about him?” He was taking note as well. My scheme
was working. Our talks became as much about the evaporation of their relationship, and I was able to
demonstrate my sensitivity – possibly even parting a few wise worlds to my
distraught Morgan. It had begun to work, or so I thought.
I ended my Junior year with some dismay. They were still together, and to beat
that, they were going to Europe with
an elite group of “cool kids.” I thought I had failed… but…
You’ll have to wait until the next post to hear what
happened next…
So there you have it! Sorry to leave you in suspense! Check back in a day or two and I will have the story of how we started dating up!
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