31 Days, 31 Memories - Day 17
Jan. 16th, 2006 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bironic17. Elementary School
Growing up I always felt I was a year or two behind my friends and classmates in social and sexual maturity. It was worst at slumber parties. I remember one sleepover in the second or third grade when we played "Truth or Dare" or some other of those thinly-disguised secret-spilling games, and the question came up as to which boy in class each of us had a crush on. Being a full-fledged nerd even then, my fantasies consisted entirely of people like Spock and McCoy, and I wasn't romantically interested in anyone in our class. Of course, when I said "no one," my friends wouldn't believe me. So I picked a boy, Muneer, whom I liked as a friend. For years afterwards -- until I got my first real crush and Muneer moved away -- my friends teased me about liking him, and my protests to the contrary only encouraged them. I'm sure to this day, wherever he is, he has no idea this was going on.
Growing up I always felt I was a year or two behind my friends and classmates in social and sexual maturity. It was worst at slumber parties. I remember one sleepover in the second or third grade when we played "Truth or Dare" or some other of those thinly-disguised secret-spilling games, and the question came up as to which boy in class each of us had a crush on. Being a full-fledged nerd even then, my fantasies consisted entirely of people like Spock and McCoy, and I wasn't romantically interested in anyone in our class. Of course, when I said "no one," my friends wouldn't believe me. So I picked a boy, Muneer, whom I liked as a friend. For years afterwards -- until I got my first real crush and Muneer moved away -- my friends teased me about liking him, and my protests to the contrary only encouraged them. I'm sure to this day, wherever he is, he has no idea this was going on.
