I was a freshman in high school (14 years old), I met the boy of
my dreams by lying to my best friend. I was always the type of child
who would be left out because my only talents were things you could
only do alone, like writing poetry.
best friend, Dave, was starting a band, and I wanted to join it.
I had no musical talents, and no desire to learn music, either.
I told Dave that I played the drums so he would let me join, I mean,
how hard is it to keep a beat? If my brother could do it, so could
I. So a few days later I went to our first practice at a boys house
who they called “Shoey”. My father dropped me off, and
I knocked on the door. “Shoey’s” little brother let me
in and led me to the basement. There was the whole band, all set
up and ready to go. On the other side of the room was a young man
tuning his guitar. They introduced him as “Shoey”. I smiled,
shook his hand, and walked over to the drum set to display my “talents”.
I actually wasn’t that bad. But in no way was I good, either. Luckily,
no one in the band was all that talented, except Shoey.
everyone decided to go outside on that cold winter day to smoke
a cigarette in the woods, Shoey and I followed, though neither of
us smoked. We talked, and he offered me his jacket. I refused. I
had a sweatshirt, and though I was still cold, I noticed he only
had a t-shirt under his coat, and didn’t want him to be cold. After
5 minutes of arguing back and forth about his jacket, he unzipped
it, and wrapped it around both of us. I think we were both a little
shocked. He had never had a girlfriend before, nor had he even kissed
a girl, and here he was being all romantic. Later that day, I kissed
him goodbye and left the band practice, which would be the last
was March 7th, 1999. I am now a junior in college, and he is graduated
with a degree in computers. We are looking into starting a family
when I get out of school. I still look back on these days and laugh.
I didn’t even know his real name until a week into the relationship…I
called him Shoey. I call him Dan now, and I never would have met
him had I not lied to my best friend about my absent talents.