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My Teenage Years

20 November, 2013
Posted in: Cork, Ireland

Kara suggested that I might fill in some NaBloPoMo posts with stories from my teenage years. I am not sure that I can give a story a day because that would just be too traumatic but I will give one story.

When I was about 17, I went down town with my mother and there was a tall handsome Pres boy collecting money for SHARE. “Hello William,” said she. “Anne,” said my mother, “you remember William, you used to play together all the time, you were great friends when you were children.” And I did remember William, last seen when I was eight. But I had not been aware that he was handsome then. Remember, gentle reader, I attended a single sex school and my exposure to young men consisted almost (although not entirely) of exposure to my younger brother’s friends. I blushed to the roots of my hair (and I was a brilliant blusher) and was unable to say a word. I muttered something. I died.

About ten years later who did I run into in Dublin, only William. By then I had been through college and my relationship with men was entirely different. I was filled with confidence. What a co-incidence: what was he doing? Was he working in Dublin? How was his mother (great friend of my mother’s and source of our limited acquaintance)? “Gosh, I haven’t seen you in years,” I said. “Yes,” he said, with deplorable, though accurate, recall, “not since that time when I was collecting for SHARE on Patrick St and I met you with your mother and you went bright red and couldn’t say anything.” I died.

The motto of this story is that, contrary to what your mother says, not all of these things are forgotten and actually, people do notice.

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  1. MT says

    20 November, 2013 at 21:55

    What a cad. He should have pretended not to remember. At least until you were better re-acquainted.

  2. Kara says

    20 November, 2013 at 23:36

    This is perfect! You’ve fulfilled the subversive goal of my suggestion: to reassure me that I’m not the only person whose teenage years were filled with awkward, embarrassing moments.

    But now, let’s just pretend to agree that William was the exception. . .that most people don’t notice or remember those moments. Please?

  3. belgianwaffle says

    21 November, 2013 at 21:13

    Regrettably, Kara, MT’s comment serves to confirm our very worst fears – most people do notice/remember but are too polite to say….

  4. disgruntled says

    21 November, 2013 at 22:50

    He only noticed and remembered because he fancied you. Go on, you know it’s true

  5. belgianwaffle says

    23 November, 2013 at 23:21

    Disgruntled, you know you sound like my mother, right?

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