I believe that I relate to you in a certain way. After re-reading what I have written it is a bit drawn out, but it is what happened.
It was back in the 7th - 8th grade of middle school. I was in a group of kids, both girls and boys, who were equally as awkward as I was. Back then I had the ability to tell jokes and make people laugh. I never spoke about myself or how I was so self-conscious. It would appear to an outside observer that I had all the confidence in the world when I really didn’t.
It was that year when one of the girls I associated with started to show interest in me. She would listen to me and laugh at all my jokes. After a short time she even started to dress like me, all gothed out. I can remember that one day when one of the guys we sat with approached me and asked if we could talk alone for a minute. Off in a corner of the gym he told me that the girl in question wanted to go out with me. I felt elated! I ran over to her and said, “Yes I will go out with you!”
Here is where the story gets shameful for me. From that point on I didn’t change how I acted toward her. I would only sit and tell jokes like I had done previously. I never took her to the movies or to the mall or even over to my house. I never talked with her on the phone, and I wasn’t very good at typing so we didn’t IM that much. I was so scared, so shy when it came to getting close to another person. The one thing we did together was go to the school dance. We both had our leather jackets and black attire on like the good little punk rockers we were. What did I do with her that night? Nothing. We just sat in the cafeteria and made awkward small talk. I didn’t dance with her, kiss her, or even hold her hand! That was the beginning of the end.
Over the summer between school grades there was a carnival in our town. We went together with a couple friends from school, but to my knowledge me and this girl were still going out. All of a sudden this guy who was in our grade showed up and started talking to “my” girl more than the rest of us. Even worse was that she was showing more interest in him than me. I realized with a heavy heart that she was interested in this guy like she used to be interested in me. I left the carnival feeling as lonely as I have ever felt. That started a period where in the rest of the year a chunk of my friends turned on me and started rumors that I was gay or impotent.
She was the only person who showed interest in me, and after losing her I swore off dating (not that I could get a date even if I wanted one).