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Current mood:  awake Category: Romance and Relationships
I was in grade 4. Like most elementary schools, the Valentines Day cards were swirling around the classroom with the rumors going around on who will be having lunch together in the back of the school while the others go play Ultimate Tag. If you and a girl were seen together at the back of the school, that meant that you were either trying to hook up or that you guys wanted to hook up. Only a few guys were ever at the back of the school in my class. I was one of them. To this day I don't know what did it for the girls. My Beatles hairdo? My over sized glasses? My good dressing style with my plaid vest, blue shirt and blue jeans? My British Knights? My quiet humor? Not sure. But for some reason, the girls dug it. I got a few really nice cards that day, but my favorite was from my favorite girl at the time. Cara. I got a couple more throughout the day from some other really good looking friends. Tanya, Julia, Banu. They all sent me one. But the card from Cara was my favorite. Not only it was crayon and that the cut out heart was not really cut well or that my name was spelled `Shayne' but it was because it was from Her. As our teacher, Madam Cartier came in we rushed to our seats. As I got to my table, I jotted down a note. I passed it to my friend Michael to give to Cara. It said to meet me later to talk. She read it. She looked across the room and nodded. I wanted to meet at the back of the school. I didn't want to tell her that in a note. It would be like getting a wedding proposal via a text message. Just something you don't do.
As recess started, Cara met me at the door. I told her that I would like to meet her at the back of the school. She said yes. As we slowly walked away from the group playing Ultimate Tag (it was the in thing at the time) we got to the spot. She said thank you to me for the card I gave her. I said thanks for the card I got from her. Then I asked her if she would like to dance at the Valentines Dance after lunch. She then, got the picture. She said that she didn't really like dancing and that she was wanting to talk to Michael about something. I knew what that something was about. I put my head down and said `Oh'. She said sorry and that she thought of me as her best guy-friend in the class (we'd known each other since Kindergarten) and she didn't want to ruin anything. I understood. The day kept on going with us not telling anyone about our conversation and not telling anyone about how we were "behind the school". We especially didn't want Michael to get the wrong idea.
The day went by like a blur but then lunch arrived and it was time for the dance. Our second dance where we would slow dance. We still got nervous, but most people who were close friends like Cara and I didn't really mind dancing with our close buds. Cara didn't dance the whole afternoon, but she did end up sitting next to Michael for a long time. I just finished a three dance marathon and needed a break. Then my teacher came up to me. She brought out her hand and asked if she could have this dance. Playing Disk Jockey (of course) for a bit, I had just put on Lady in Red which ended up being Madam's favorite song at the time. I painted myself in a corner.. Not that Madam was ugly or anything, but she was just that. My teacher. It was a no-no in the elementary school hallways. Nothing romantic at all should happen between you and your teacher. Nothing. I couldn't say no. I had just failed a French exam, so I thought maybe this dance could bribe her on being nice when she was marking the tests. I got up and started to slow dance with my grade four teacher. As she held me close to her breasts, and sang along with Chris DeBurgh I was looking around the room with my bright apple red face and sweating like I was running for four hours straight. This four minute song was going on for an eternity. Then, the help I needed came in the form of a sweet 4 foot 4 Jewish girl dressed in a pink and red dress. Cara. She told my teacher that she could take over as she thought that the office was paging her over the loudspeaker but she hadn't heard it. Madam instantly let go of her tight grip, and said `of course' and then left the room rushing down the hall to the office.
I don't think there was any page that day. And I don't know if Cara and Michael had The Talk. But that dance that seemed like it was going on forever because I was dancing with my teacher, turned out to be the dance I wished went on forever because I was dancing with my favorite girl. That was the only time I ever saw Cara slow dance, And I'm privileged that I was her partner. In after thought, it was much better than some secret meeting behind a school.
Have a Memorable Valentines Day.
8:21 AM
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