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!]