A brief memory (Young love)

Recently a friend of mine posted in her blog about some of her first loves. Reading that got me to thinking about my first girlfriend, Lynnetta Boehle.

We dated for a few weeks when we were in the 8th grade. Then she moved. I have suspected on more than one occasion that the only reason she agreed to date me in the first place is because we were friends and she knew that it would only last a short time before she was in another state. The reason I suspect this is because after she moved she never returned any of my letters to her.

What I recall of our brief relationship was pretty awesome, though. She was a great kisser, and she didn’t seem to shy away from the fact that I called her my Black Cat (and I was, of course, her Spider-Man…yes, that’s right…my pet names for us were based on my favorite comic book).

I found out that our relationship was over when she sent a letter to one of our mutual friends talking about her new boyfriend and wondering how she was going to tell me. Considering the fact that she hadn’t said word one to me since she moved I’m not sure exactly why that was a concern, but hey…we were young. I’m pretty sure that she knew I’d find out from said mutual friend.

Lynnetta moved back to the area a few years later and ended up at my high school. In an effort to re-kindle our relationship I took the bold step of “borrowing” my Mom’s car while she was out of town on vacation, picking her up at her bus stop, and taking her back to my place to skip school for the day. In an utterly awesome romantic mood I threw a movie into the VCR to get her to relax and have a good time.

You know what movie it was?

Transformers : The Movie.

Yeah.

In High School. 10th grade, I think. My idea of “woo” was to show the girl I liked a cartoon about giant fucking robots.

I sometimes wonder how I ever managed to actually breed.

Crewcuts due on Monday!

I wrote here, several years ago, about running into Kerry Glamsch at a performance of Girl’s Guide to Chaos.  In that post, I remarked on how it would be interesting if he was putting on a production that involved Edward Gorey stories.

I ran into him again recently when I went to see Woman in Mind.  I mention this mainly because in a month or so I’ll be auditioning for a role in Gorey Stories, a musical based on the works of Edward Gorey.

Strange things, indeed.

It’s always interesting to talk to Kerry.  The fact of the matter is that when I was a freshman in high school he was about the coolest guy in the fucking world.  Why?  Ok, above and beyond the fact that he didn’t act like a “teacher” in any sense of the word he probably taught me more about acting in the year I was working with him than any other teacher I’ve had in my life.  Not only that, but at a VERY insecure time in our lives he treated us like people.  We weren’t just kids to him.  He made us feel like we were peers learning together.

It was an amazing time in my life, really.

He actually started to apologize for that in our conversation the other night.  He said he was just on the tail end of his “wild” years, and that he was afraid in retrospect that he was a bad influence on us.  Hopefully I helped to ease his worries on that, and I got to thank him for everything he’d done for me.

“You and Carlyn,” I said (referring to the teacher who gave me my first “major” role in high school but who also terrorized the crap out of the majority of us), “were the most influential teachers I’ve ever had.  Both for VERY different reasons.”

“Interesting,” he deadpanned.  “You know we fucked?”

After my eyes bulged out of my head he assured me he was kidding, but it was a mental image I REALLY didn’t need.

He also said one of those “simple but poignant” things that makes you step back and think about your life.  He asked me what I was doing these days, so I started to tell him about work and being in management and all that fun stuff, and he kind of shook his head and cut me off while saying “And why aren’t you acting?”

To which I kind of hemmed and hawed and made excuses, but I really don’t have a good answer to that. 

Yeah.  Looking forward to the upcoming Jobsite auditions.  I think if I pull a goose egg on getting cast again this season I need to try to find something else to do this year. 

Maybe I’ll see what Kerry is up to over at USF.

Heh.

Great Googly Moogly

A girl who I had a crush on in my freshman year of High School was mentioned recently in a reply to a comment I made to good_eeevening. Out of curiosity I did a search for her name, not really expecting to find her.

I did.

She even has an IMDB entry.

Freaky.

This is the girl who, after getting my “will you go out with me” note, shared it with everyone at her lunch table and had a good laugh at my expense.

This is the girl who I had to stop [name removed to prevent him from popping up again in my life like Hastur the Unspeakable] from attacking after they got into a argument in one of our class rooms and she verbally shredded him.

She seems to be doing pretty well for herself. I looked at her resume, and she worked with some decent folks over at USF.

Weird.

Wonder who else I can find?