Robin, Boy Virgin: Original Series

Jazz band went by without a hitch. Minnie didn't say anything to me. At least, I don't think she did. I was kind of distracted that practice. But like I said before, I don't think Minnie cares if I respond to her.

After Jazz band was over, I left school and caught the short bus that would take me to the 'highway'. Well it was more like a main drag than a highway. When I got to the main drag/highway, I switched buses and got on a smaller bus that would take me down to the tourist trap village. This bus ride would be longer than the first, so I made myself comfortable in my seat, putting my backpack on the floor and leaning against the window, my music turned up to drown out the grumbling bus.

At the next stop, an elderly woman got on the bus. She decided to forgo the seating meant for someone of her privileged class and she sat down next to me. I had no qualms. Old people are alright by me.

As I was sitting there, listening to music, I looked at the old lady a couple of times. She was silently working on a sudoku puzzle. When "J'ai Couche Avec le Diable" by Second Sex came blaring out next on my playlist, the lady looked at me. I guess she could hear the loud track from my ear-buds. I turned it down and hoped she was like me and didn't know more than three words in French. Second Sex are a French band and normally, you know, when you listen to something that you don't understand, it's just kind of like what the frick is the point? But Second Sex are legit rockers and I like them anyway.

If you don't speak french either "J'ai Couche Avec le Diable" means "I slept with the devil". They sing that line repeatedly in the song. I didn't want to offend the old sudoku player in case she did speak french.

So I was sitting there, listening to Second Sex, and I started thinking about Music Composition. Can you blame me? A hot girl gets all up in your face, what are you going to do? Obsess about it.

Here's the thing: I know that what Cora did wasn't THAT big a deal. For all I know, she went around grinding up against guys and getting them turned on all the time. I know that I'm overreacting just a little. But again, can you blame me? I don't have that much experience to go on, so when something like this happens, I don't just let it go.

While I don't have much experience, I do have a little. Well, no, I have some; a fair amount. It might come as a surprise to learn this, but I did have a girlfriend. Yep. I did. Her name was April Showers. I know right? For real, her parents' last name was Showers and they named their daughter April. I was fourteen, in grade nine, and April was this tiny little blond girl who came to our school in September. I didn't have any classes with her in the first semester, but in second semester we had Pre Algebra together. In March I asked April out on a date and in April I asked April to be my girlfriend. Here is pretty much the break down of how things went with April:

1.) She was cute and wasn't really into the kind of music I listened to. But that didn't matter because she always wanted to listen to my music anyway.

2.) The furthest I went with April was making out. Once we got to the making out stage, we pretty much made out all the time. And it was awesome, making out is a lot of fun. And April was just so cute and little and we were pretty into each other.

and the snag:

3.) Just when I was starting to feel something big and deep for the little April, her parents moved away that summer. April and I dated for three months in total. I felt pretty crappy when she moved away and we were realistic about it: a long distance relationship just wasn't practical. That was April: very practical. Sweet, but so logical all the time.

The thing was, I told April I loved her the day before she left and that made her cry. She didn't say it back, either. She would tell me in an email a week later that she loved me too, but in the moment it was too difficult to say. I understood. I mean, she was moving away from her new home and her new boyfriend and we breaking up and then I had to go and tell her I loved her... bad timing. I just made things worse for April Showers, I guess.

Thinking about April makes me a little sad, but it's not too bad now. Her current Facebook status says that she's "hanging out" with a guy named Marc. I really hope that things work out for her. I really do. Cute, sweet, practical, little blond people deserve that.

I switched the song to another French one, "Comme des Enfants" by Coeur de Pirate, cutting off Second Sex. The singer reminds me of April: cute and blond. Except April doesn't speak French, like me.

My addicted mind went back to the practice room molestation. Molestation isn't the right word, it implies I didn't want Cora touching me. And FINE I will admit just in my head that it was pretty awesome to have Cora against me like that, pinning me against the wall. I mean, all she did was tease me... and then compliment me. But... no way. Cora didn't feel any sort of reciprocated attraction. Usually when you feel attracted to someone in that way, you try not to touch them and give away that you like them. But, then Cora wasn't all that "usual". I remembered how close she got, the way her breath smelled like spearmint gum, and how quiet she got at the end. I suddenly panicked: had she wanted me to kiss her?

"Ha!" I actually laughed out loud at that stupid idea. I scared the old, sudoku-playing, french lady (I've decided she is French). She jumped in her seat and stared at me. I knew she was wondering if she should move, trying to assess if I was crazy and dangerous... or at least would continue to be uncomfortable to be around. I wanted to tell her not to worry, that I wouldn't do it again, and that I wasn't crazy. But I'm pretty sure that would just make things worse. The lady bravely stayed where she was.

I got off at the village stop, and wandered down to the record store. While I was there, going through the LPs and a million cassette tapes, I regained my focus. I decided on these things:

1.) I was not going to act like an idiot and overreact about what happened today when I saw Cora tomorrow

2.) I was going to keep my cool about the new rumours that I was openly begging for someone to deflower me

and

3.) I was not ever going to like, like Cora. It would be stupid and a total waste of time. Plus, I didn't want Harold to be get a fat head about being right.

The record store makes me very zen.