Zits

I was kind of a late bloomer in life.  I started liking members of the opposite sex at a relatively late age.  That same day, I started getting an outbreak of zits.  It was the first day of my junior year in high school.  Kelli was my lab partner in Biology the precious school year, but I didn’t pay much attention to her.  But she wore a tight white blouse and even tighter dark blue jeans.  WOW!

Later that day iin the cafeteria Kelli was carrying her food tray to a table when a fork fell off the tray.  She bent over to pick up the tray.  I was embarrassed by the resulting bulge in my pants.  I wanted to ask her out, but I wanted to check my appearance before asking.  When I finished eating, I went to the bathroom to comb my hair.  While combing, I noticed that my face had been infested with pimples.  This wasn’t one zit – that would have been bad enough considering I had never had a blemish of any kind on my face before.

My face looked like a zodiac map.  there were too many zits for “Connect the Dots.”  Feeling my face was like reading “The Bible” in Braille.  I wondered how this could happen to me.  There were no zits when I washed my face that morning.  My face was washed every morning because I was so afraid of getting a zit.  Now I looked like a pizza with extra pepperoni.

That evening was the start of the “Clearasil Drenchings”  I’d hold my nose and dunk my face in a bowl of Clearasil.  Then I took the pads (one pad for each pimple) – I wanted to make sure all of the zits were off of my face.

It took forever (a week) for those pesky zits to disappear.  I soon had the resolve and the muster to ask Kelli out, but by then she was already seeing somebody.

[This is part of the A-Z of Life series. Check out the other posts!]

30 Day Music Challenge – Day 20

Day 20 – a song that you listen to when you’re angry

I don’t get to listen to music when I get angry because I am usually on the road meeting clients.  I also don’t get angry often because I work alone and most clients are pleasant and don’t get me angry.

There was a time when I did listen to music when I was angry.  Most songs did nothing but made me angrier.  There was one song that calmed me down.

My high school days and my early college days were spent in pool of anonymity.  It was hard to deal with because I was an only child and was used to getting attention.  I felt that I wasn’t getting the attention others were getting despite being as talented and good-looking as the others.

It was the Friday after my 21st birthday when a couple of friends of mine took me out for my birthday.  We went to a club in Falls Church, VA.  I walked up to the bar and got a beer.  A girl I had dated in high school walked past me as if we had never met.  It really irritated me.  A few minutes later, the DJ played this song and I jumped on it.