Crappy

Once upon a time, I was a high schooler.

Freshman year of high school sucked, as I've previously stated, since I was new to a predominantly upper-middle-class WASP community. I spent that entire year crying my ass off, alone, and wishing to die, seriously.
Sophomore year came along, and people were actually being a little nicer to me.
I had THREE friends this year, and all three were pretty Latina 11th graders (how that happened... I'm not quite sure. I think I had one of them in my trig class or something).
The fact that these new friends were pretty, meant cute boys would come around and join the group. This ultimately lead to the cute boys being nice to me, that is, if they wanted a shot with one of my friends.
I knew these guys weren't in the circle for me, but it didn't mean I couldn't crush on them.
There was one dude in particular that I would stare at in amazement. I practically worshipped him.
He was about 5'10, very built (football player), and super popular... Corey (sigh).
He'd talk to me once in a while, but remember, I was a shy, 16 year old outcast who didn't know how to interact with others... so... I'd be more than awkward around him.

Well, one day, my BFF of the group (girl Corey was crushing on but my friend hated because she thought he was a tool) let him in on my crush. It was not mean-spirited in the least bit-- no sarcasm there. She did it as a way to help me out, I suppose... and he seemed fine with it, almost happy about it. ??? Something that totally blew my mind.
Saddest part of this entire thing? The secret was divulged the LAST day of school, more importantly, it was MY last day at that particular high school. I was being transferred to a new school that was (supposedly) closer to me... and Corey wasn't going to come along, since he would be a Senior. Bummer.

Fast forward nine years (Jesus Christ!) and you have me watching Tru Tv today... some show about a certain pool at a certain hotel/casino near my old college.
Who do I see? Corey. What is he doing? Well... I'll let you see for yourself:



What can I say? I had questionable taste as a teen (and my friend was correct in her judgement of character).
To think... I could have been those wristbands... (ewww... NO. No... no)