Earl Sewell - Boyfriend Shopping - Shopping for My Boyfriend / My Only Wish / All I Want for Christmas Is You

“Did he?” Lauren asked. I could tell that she was analyzing everything I was telling her.

“Yes,” I answered.

“What did he say?” Lauren hung on my every word.

“He asked if I had left the note on his seat. I told him yes, and he then asked if I thought he was cute.”

“Duh! That’s why you left the note.” Lauren added her own commentary to the moment.

“I will admit that was a dumb question for him to ask, but I didn’t give him a hard time about it. Then I asked him if he would like to kiss me.”

“You had to ask? He didn’t just do it?” Lauren asked.

“No. He wasn’t that kind of boy. He had to be coached. I liked that about him,” I said.

“I see.”

“Anyway, he said that he wanted to kiss, but not out in the open where everyone would see us. So we walked behind the school, out of sight from the teachers and other students. I will admit that I didn’t know much about kissing. The only information I had in my head was what I had seen on television. I couldn’t wait until I got my first kiss from a boy who wasn’t my father or grandfather. They always kissed me on the cheek or forehead. Anyway, when the big moment came I improvised. I tried to act like a mature girl, but not like a girl who did this sort of thing all the time. I pressed my back against one of the rear doors of the school and clutched my books to my chest. I didn’t want him to get carried away and attempt to feel my breasts, which was something boys were notorious for at my school. I shut my eyes tightly, puckered my lips and waited. He pressed his lips against mine and moved away so quickly I wasn’t even sure if I’d been kissed. The kiss felt like the padding of a fingertip pressing against my lips. When I opened my eyes, he had a strange expression on his face as if he was trying to figure out a difficult math problem. I don’t know what I expected when I opened my eyes, but I’m certain it wasn’t the confused expression that I saw.”

“What happened after that?” Lauren asked.

“The bewildered look on his face freaked me out. I thought something was wrong with me. I pushed him away and ran.”

“Wow,” Lauren said.

“It was a really weird moment.”

“Didn’t you see him again at school?” Lauren asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“What did he say?”

“He said that it was the first time he had ever kissed a girl who wasn’t his mom and that he thought he’d done something wrong because I closed my eyes tight like I was expecting a punch. He said that he thought once our lips met, my eyes were supposed to open, and when they didn’t he thought he’d messed up the kiss. He asked for another chance but it was too late by that point. I told him to forget the kiss ever happened. When I rejected him I knew that I’d hurt his feelings, although I could tell he was trying not to let it show. Anyway, by eighth grade, enough time had come to pass since the kiss and he and I became friends. We hung out a few times and even went to a school dance together, only as friends, though. When he had questions about girls, I gladly answered them and even told him which girls I thought would be perfect for him,” I said.

“Did you still like him during that time?” Lauren asked as she took a sip from her cup.

“I still liked him, but more like a good friend.”

“So why do you want him after all this time?”

“Because he is the only real guy friend I’ve ever had. We can talk about anything and he makes me laugh. I like a guy with a sense of humor. When I got sick from the accidental overdose, he brought flowers to my house and talked to me nearly every day. It was at that point that I began to realize how much he meant to me. I know that I’m the perfect girl for him. He even told me I was.”

“So why didn’t you go for him then?” Lauren asked.

“Because I felt stupid about chasing after Carlo and didn’t have the nerve to confess my true feelings. Jeremy and I both know that we’re good for each other. Now is the time for me to be a little bolder and encourage him to ask me out on a serious date. We’re meant to be together because I like the way he smiles at me, and I like the way he’s always been there to wipe away my tears when things don’t go right. I like the way he makes me laugh. Hell, I like how good-looking and popular he’s become. He knows me and I know him. I never really stopped liking him as more than a friend. I put him in the friend lane and lied to myself about how I truly felt about him. Am I making sense or am I babbling?”

“You make perfect sense to me. You’ve always cared for him but you were afraid to let him know. Now you’ve found the courage to fight for his heart.”

“Yes, and once I have it, I’ll give him my heart as well, and we can stop pretending that our feelings are only on the friendship level.”

“Okay. So what’s your plan?” Lauren set her empty cup in the cup holder and shifted in her seat.

“I’m going to invite him out for a bite to eat after the concert. While we’re eating, I’ll drop him some serious hints. I also want you to keep saying, whenever you can, that we make a cute couple.”

“What if he doesn’t get it? You know how guys can be totally clueless.”

“He’ll get it. I’ll make sure of that. You just keep mentioning how perfect we look together.”

“You got it,” Lauren said. I continued to search for Jeremy and finally spotted him walking in. He was headed toward the seating on the right side of the theater. I rose to my feet and waved my arms, hoping he’d see me, but he didn’t.

“Jeremy!” I called out his name, but he didn’t hear me over all of the chatter.

“Jeremy!” I yelled louder, but he still didn’t hear me. I was about to call to him again, but felt Lauren tug on my clothing. I turned and looked at her.

“Why don’t you go over there? I’ll hold your seat,” Lauren suggested.

“Good idea,” I said. Just as I was about to do that, the houselights dimmed and the curtains began to open. The show was about to start.

“I’ll wait until the show is over,” I said, sitting down.

“Well, at least you know that he’s here,” Lauren said.

“That’s true,” I said and inconspicuously reached for one of my coat pockets. I pulled out my cell phone and sent Jeremy a text. Then I took a deep breath and waited.

two

Once the stage curtains had fully opened, the stage lights came up and I saw that the edge of the stage had been lined with poinsettias. Several microphones were strategically positioned and there was a black piano situated at the center of the stage. The choir stand formed an arc directly behind the piano. The audience began clapping as members of the choir walked onto the stage.

“Go, Tina!” I heard someone shout out from behind me.

“Let’s go, Nicole!” someone else screamed out from the left side of the auditorium.

I felt my cell phone buzz and took a peek. A text from Jeremy had arrived.

What’s up?

@ the concert. There is an empty seat next to me. Come over.

2 dark. I don’t wanna trip over people.

Now I am sad.

Why.

You need to be near me.

LOL U sound like a pouting girlfriend.

Maybe I am.

Stop playing Anna.

What if I am not playing?

Yeah right. I thought Carlo was your type.

I made a bad choice.

I tried 2 warn u about him. Remember?

Yes. I remember. It was cute the way you acted like a jealous boyfriend when u found out about Carlo. Remember that?

I wasn’t that bad.

Yes you were.

I was trying to protect you from disaster.

I know and I should have listened to u.

Yeah but u didn’t.

Meet me in the hallway when the show is over. I need 2 talk 2 u bout something.