The Parlor
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i keep remembering this incident from the thrid grade and have only now remembered to "parlor" it out, so to speak.
I was on the fringe of social acceptability then. Certainly not popular, uninterested in sport, awkward, not a spiffy dresser. But there were certainly others below me in the social structure of that time. Namely Sarah P. In addition to having a fairly tight curly fro of red hair, freckled skin and glasses, she was about as socially inept as you can be. One time she chewed on a pen until it exploded; ink all over her face and hands. Another time she left a banana in her desk, which then rotted.
One day, the alpha male of the class, John S, began spinning this tale about Sarah and i. He said he had a dream that he entered a house and opened a bedroom door and she and i were there naked and that we both ran out, apparently embarrassed of our 3rd grade lust. His telling of the dream drew most of the class and a good deal of ridicule of myself and Sarah.
If only i had the wits i had now, i would have asked him why HE was having a dream about the two of us naked and what that said about him.
Alas, opportunities missed. i often hope Ugly Duck Sarah grew into a swan. She was poor, from what i could tell of her house from the school bus window, and i think perhaps raised by her grandmother. She surely didn't deserve ALL of the ridicule that was heaped upon her.