May 142012
 

When I was in the sev­enth grade, my fam­ily moved from Waco, Texas to Burleson, Texas, a small town just south of Forth Worth.  I shared a two-person desk with a boy in Life Sci­ence class.  He was an affa­ble red­neck with hard drugs in his future, and he enjoyed shar­ing the details of his sex­ual adven­tures with me before class began.  Being new to school and nei­ther hav­ing many friends nor know­ing the proper pro­to­col for respond­ing to the lurid details of a young boy’s dig­i­tal enhance­ment of a young girl’s plea­sure, I smiled, nod­ded, and inter­jected a few “uh-huh’s” and “tell me more’s,” while won­der­ing why God hated me.

He once shared with me a per­sonal solo sex tech­nique that he and another boy from school per­fected one after­noon.  I sup­pose I should have been appre­cia­tive of the infor­ma­tion; instead, I made a men­tal note to never shake the hand of either boy in a for­mal set­ting, for exam­ple, we met at a tea the next time the Queen of Eng­land came to town.

This was the boy who wrote in my year book, “Hope you get some @#%&* this sum­mer.”  Sur­pris­ingly, I laughed when I read it.  Sure, it was crude, but he had such a like­able per­son­al­ity that it seemed more absurd than dirty.  Besides, I sort of admired his bravado; if you’re going to be crass, do it boldly.

My mother and father, how­ever, were livid.  “You’re the ones who moved me to this god­for­saken place,” I reminded them.  “I was per­fectly happy in Waco, thank you very much.”

One of the cheer­lead­ers sat at the desk behind us.  She was a bub­bly girl who always seemed to be chew­ing on a cud of bub­blegum with the inten­tion of anni­hi­la­tion.  My desk­mate con­stantly tried to embar­rass her by say­ing provoca­tive things to her.  One day he asked, “Are you a virgin?”

With­out bat­ting an eye, and per­fectly timed between chomps of gum, she replied, “No, I’m a Leo.”

The boy beside me busted out laugh­ing, and I laughed, too, yet for a dif­fer­ent rea­son.  While he thought she was just a dumb blonde, I saw a glim­mer in her eye when she responded that hinted that she was in on the joke.  She had bril­liantly side-stepped his ques­tion with­out a con­fronta­tion, while simul­ta­ne­ously prov­ing she was smarter than him than he was with­out him know­ing it.

I thought, This girl has a future in politics.