How To Impress Girls - Or Maybe Not

Somewhere around the summer between mysome word or to double check on our homework
5th and 6ths grade years at EV Cain Elementaryassignment. We knew girls were different, but we
School a girl named Rhonda moved from Grassdidn't give much thought to how they differed,
Valley to Auburn, and there was something aboutexcept that they threw a baseball funny and used
her that fascinated me. I saw her sometimestwo hands to shoot a basketball (even a lay up!),
during the summer, going to the show with otherand they ran "like girls".Except Linda Polameri.She
girls, or shopping downtown with her Mother. Shethrew a ball the right way, ran like a boy, and
was intriguing to me for some reason. I can'tnobody would have bet against her in a fair fight.
think of that reason now, but I wanted to meetThe reason I know that is because she once got
her, or to do something, anything, so she wouldvery angry with me in class after I beat her in a
notice me. Once I saw her at the town park upclass election, and challenged me to a fight
by the Recreation Field, and since I was a fastafterward. (Election of class officers was held
runner in those days, I thought I might show hertwice a year, as I recall, and students pretty
how swift I was, and thereby impress her withmuch voted by sex; the girls voted for whatever
my speed. I had just seen a Superman movie,girl was running, and the boys voted for
and was impressed with the whole idea of speed,whatever boy was running. The only reason I ran
and thought she might be too. She was sitting onwas because no other boy wanted to run.) By
the lawn with a couple other girls I knew, and Ilast period, the entire class had heard about the
wished that they would go away so I couldfight, taken sides, and some were even making
impress her without them saying something likebets. I guess what bothered me the most was
"that's only Duane," or some other dumb thingthat even the boys who were rooting for me in
girls said back in those days.I waited for probablythe fight were betting against me. Even my best
a half-hour or more for my opportunity. Herfriend, Jack Stephens, who was as small as I was,
friends didn't budge. But I spotted a beagle runningonly plumper, had bet his entire Friday's lunch
lickity-split in her general direction, and I thought,money against me.Fortunately for me, Mr. Ryan
"if she sees me running faster than that dog, she'llgot wind of the fight, too, and appeared after
really be impressed with me!" So I took out at anschool behind the Quonset hut; the very spot
angle, until I was about parallel with the dog, andpreviously appointed for the fight. When the other
we zoomed side by side within a few feet of thekids saw him, they retreated awkwardly, and
girls and on to wherever the dog was headed.made their way toward the playground and on
Before I got out of earshot I heard her ask "whohome. Linda seemed disappointed that the
is the dumb kid with the cute dog?" My heartscheduled fight had been cancelled, but left with
sank, but my feet ran on. The dog seemed tothe others, not wanting to get in trouble with Mr.
know where he was going, but I didn't and withinRyan, a fair but tough teacher who had been a
seconds I found myself sliding on my back acrosscareer officer in the Marines before he became a
a freshly watered section of lawn. As I slid to ateacher. When everyone was gone, I crawled out
stop, the dog turned back, gave me a curiousfrom under the Quonset hut where I had been
look, and licked my face as if to say, "Are youhiding, and skipped home, celebrating my
OK?" I couldn't bear looking back to see if Rhondareprieve.Luckily, Linda didn't hold a grudge, and the
was watching, but I heard the girls giggling, so Inext day at school she asked me if I wanted to
was sure she saw the entire show.Later thatshake and make up.I did.So we did.And that was
same summer I was walking on the sidewalk inthe inauspicious start of my first romance. Any
front of the Auburn Post Office where my Dadgirl who would shake and make up, to say nothing
worked, when I spotted her coming out of theof running and throwing right, was worth my
Post Office lobby. She looked so pretty in herattention. It started out slowly, by a quick
curly, bouncy hair, pink blouse and pedal pushers,meeting of our eyes during history class, then
that again I felt the surge of desire coming oversending notes back and forth during social studies,
me to impress her. I spotted a magnificentand climaxing in my request to change seats with
Schwinn bicycle parked by the curb; a bike farJohn Towers so I could sit next to her. That was
more expensive than I could ever hope to own,fine with John, who was tired of passing our
and since I was just a few feet from it at thenotes back and forth by now. That was the first
time, I kind of casually stepped over to it and puttime in my entire life that I had ever knowingly
one hand on the handle bars, like I was justand willingly taken a seat next to a girl, and
resting after a long ride through the foothills ofsurprisingly, it felt kind of good, in an embarrassing
the Sierras. To my great surprise, she DID noticesort of way.She liked me for approximately the
me, and in fact walked directly toward me. Whensame reasons, I suspect. I ran fast, threw a
she was no more than a foot away from me shebaseball like I knew what I was doing, and was
asked, "OK, what are you doing with my bike?"Ipretty fair at the one-handed set shot. Then too,
mumbled something about being sorry I hadI was a boy, and it was a novelty for a boy to
mistaken her bike for mine, and she mumbledpay that much attention to a girl at 11 years of
something with the word "stupid" in it, and thatage.That spring was wonderful. Seeing Linda
was the end of that. She never did notice meevery day at school; overhearing other girls
after that, and I guess it's just as well. Iwhisper about us "going together" in the
understand she went on to become a verycloakroom; and seeing a newfound admiration in
successful waitress in old town Auburn.Now thatthe eyes of some of my male friends. I used to
I've been married for more years than I care tolie awake at night and dream of Linda and I both
mention, I've given up the idea of trying tomaking the Yankees; she at shortstop and me in
impress her. Oh, when I'm back in town and drivecenterfield, winking at each other between plays. I
by the Cozy Spot Cafe where she works, I'malways out hit her in my daydreams, probably to
always tempted to go in and somehow let hermake up for the fact that she always out hit me
know that the boy she scorned grew up to be ain real 7th grade baseball games. It just didn't
writer. But about the time I start to pull in, myseem right for her to be THAT good. And we
mind goes back to my first two attempts atwere tied for stolen bases, too, in my
impressing her, and I visualize myself telling herdaydreams, right up to the last game of the
about all the books I have written, and in myseason, when I stole 5 bases in one inning,
mind, she responds by sarcastically asking if Ibreaking Ty Cobb's record (of course that was
write about dogs and stolen bikes, and so Ilong before Maury Wills, Ricky Henderson, etc.)
change my mind, and drive on.Of course, I knewand putting me 1 ahead of Linda, who only stole 4
lots of other girls as I was growing up, and Ibases that same inning.Our 7th grade formal
suppose I had a normal amount of curiosity aboutdance was in late May, and Linda looked forward
them that any young guy had. Roy Poindexter, ato it excitedly, talking a great deal about it, and
5th grader, told a bunch of us 4th grade boyshinting that she would dance only with me. I was
that the way to tell the difference between boysgreatly flattered on the one hand, and worried on
and girls was to tape a small mirror to the toe ofthe other since I didn't know how to dance.I
one shoe, then walk casually up to a girl andneedn't have worried, however.A kid named Chip
engage her in conversation, and simply place theBonanno from New Jersey moved to Auburn
foot with the mirror on it between the girl's feet.three days before the dance. He was handsome,
Then while she was talking, we would simplylooked much older than the rest of us boys, had
glance down and get a glimpse of whatever wasbig biceps which he showed off in cut-off T-shirts,
hiding under her skirt.Roy spoke with the suaveand spoke with not only a voice which had
confidence of one who had done it many times.already changed to bass, but also with the
In retrospect, I remember his Mom was asmooth sophistication of a city boy who knew all
manager of women's undergarments at J.C.about cars, girls, and the ways of the world. Linda
Penny's, so he probably honed his craft byand every other girl in the 7th grade fell in love
practicing on the mannequins after hours. Despitewith him instantly, and since Linda was the only girl
his bragging, I have serious reservations as toin the 7th grade with a boyfriend, she was the
whether he ever tried it on a real, live girl, whoone he chose.She danced every dance with Chip
would have to be both blind and stupid to standat the formal, and as far as I knew, did not
still for such an obvious ploy.But Billy Robertsdistinguish me from the furniture. I was crushed,
believed him, and announced that he was going toof course, and spent most of my time looking as
try it the next day at school. Instead of thesad as possible, in hopes that she would notice
scenario turning out the way Roy predicted, theme and feel sorry for me and leave Chip and
moment Billy walked on the playground Wandacome back to me.It didn't work. She never
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