hi there

i don't remember if i wrote about this one before

apparently i'm in a story telling mode right now

i found a youtube video of my first girlfriend reading poetry

this was like awhile ago

but someone sent me a link to a different reading and it made me think of the time when

i found a youtube video of my first girlfriend reading poetry

we dated for about six months

which is pretty much the maximum amount of time someone can tolerate dating me

and we never actually like, went on a date

i remember thinking even at the time that i was probably too young to be dating

not that i wasn't like ready to date

i just remember thinking like

"what are we gonna do?"

"i'm not gonna take her to dinner or anything"

"are we gonna go see some pg-13 movie in the theatre????"

"i can't even afford that anyways"

(despite the fact that even at 13 i had a fucking job)

BUT

the one thing that we did together that i remember

was that sometimes after school we all would break into the music room

sometimes we'd just play the drums or bring guitars or whatever

but sometimes we'd play this kind of variation of tag

the music room had giant lockers all along the backwall

i mean big enough to store a cello in

so if there were enough of us hanging out after school

we'd play tag

and the person who was it would count to some number

and we'd all hide in the lockers

and the person who was it would just be really quiet

and try to figure out which locker had someone inside it

when i played alone i was a PRO at this game

you probably wouldn't be able to tell from how much i ramble in this update

but when it's time to be quiet

boy you better bet i can be quiet

i don't know why i'm calling you "boy" now

moving on

when jane and i were dating though we would hide in the same locker

and i can still remember how it felt to be locked in this dark tight space

with a girl you were in young love with

feeling her breath on my face but not able to make a move

staying silent as she put her hand into mine

trying not to shiver with excitement whenever i was brave enough to put a hand on her waist

(because my back would be against the side of a locker you see)

(a shiver would have given away our position)

we probably were more quiet together than apart actually

mostly just because i remember being in the locker and not wanting to leave

it's not really much of a story i guess

just a really vivid image

that i'm sure i failed to do justice

SHARING IS CARING

this has been a dave image