Let's set the scene. It's late Fall in the year 2004. I'm 13 years old and on my way to a volleyball game at a rival middle school. And then I see him, the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on.
But don't let me get ahead of myself.
I was fortunate enough to go to a private school from Kindergarten through 8th grade. It was also a catholic school. One of many rules the school had in place was that all students had to wear a school uniform, they'd also banned any makeup or hair dye. Kind of the worst thing ever for a teenage girl not yet comfortable and secure in her own skin. I was bullied a lot in middle school, and I was very self conscious of the fact that my red hair and pale skin didn't exactly blend in with the popular girls' long sleek brown hair and dark eyelashes. Looking back I realize they were probably just as insecure as I was, but it wasn't something I could pick up on at the time.
I used to dream about having long black hair. Like Jasmine from Aladdin. I hated my curly frizzy short red hair. I could never get it styled the way I wanted so I ended up wearing it in a low ponytail every single day. To achieve that sleek look I sprayed a toothbrush with hairspray and ran it across the top of my head every morning before school. Seriously gross. If you can believe it, I read that tip in a beauty magazine. That's one reason I don't read those magazines anymore. That and the fact that I have respect for the english language and respect for other people's privacy, no matter how famous they are. But that's beside the point. The pictures in this blog are a good example of that sexy hairstyle.
Oh and that pink shirt? Literally my favorite thing ever to wear. It had an old fashioned karaoke advertisement on it. And I felt SO AWESOME in it. I asked my mom to send me some old photos for this post, and I was wearing that shirt in a shocking amount of them. We had a few random days in middle school called "free dress" days, where we could wear whatever we wanted. I wore that karaoke shirt every free dress day. Enough that one girl even asked me, "why do you wear that pink shirt every time we have free dress?" Um I don't know, because I feel like a rockstar in it?! I think I wore that shirt until it had holes in it.
I was pretty involved in middle school, participating in school plays, choir and some sports. I played basketball and volleyball and was halfway decent, I was pretty tall for my age so that definitely helped. But once I went to high school and everyone else caught up to me height-wise, there was no chance of me making the school team. But we're not talking about high school. We're talking about middle school. The glory days of my short lived career as an athlete.
Back to the story. Again, I'm in the car, making full eye contact with a very attractive man. My face starts to get hot and I feel butterflies causing a real commotion in my stomach. Damn, I must look really good today, I think, as I feel his eyes burning holes into mine. I'm about to lean over and nudge my friend to show off the major hunk that is checking me out. But I stop dead in my tracks when I notice something out of the corner of my eye.
Oh god this is embarrassing.
I was looking out the window at my reflection in the side view mirror the whole time.
I thought my face was red before. After I realized my error, my face literally caught on fire and I burned to ashes in that very car. At least I wish I had. Nope. I spent the rest of the car ride in silence, avoiding eye contact with myself.
So let's recap, not only did I look at my own reflection in the side view mirror and confuse it for the reflection of a man. But also that I was very attracted to my own male reflection. My stupid puberty ridden brain threw me for a loop that day.
I didn't fall in love that day, but I did continue my love affair with my pink shirt.
Oh, and none of the dates on those photos are accurate. My mom had a habit of never updating the date stamp on her new digital camera, so every photo for some reason takes place during the year 2000.