April 3, 1994 (Megan is 13)
The Weird Things I Did When I Liked D
The weekend when I’d first found out I liked him I tried to send psychic messages to him and I rode my bike around at the park, hoping he’d come. Before that, when he first asked me if I liked him, it was like this:
Class is on their way to classroom. On stairs, D approaches me.
D: Megan, do you like me?
D: I mean as a friend.
D: Why not?
M: You’re mean.
D (smiling): What did I do that was mean?
M: You called X “Pimple face”.
D: X doesn’t care, she’s my friend. Right, X?
The class has reached the classroom.
Even after I started liking him I could hardly admit he was my friend. I have a very stubborn head. Of course, before I liked him, I was totally sure he liked me. After, I was never sure. Liking someone does something to your faith in your mind.
Another time, I forget why, most of the people were gone. That was when D told me he liked me. Well, not exactly. He sang a big of a song saying he liked “you”. Then he said, “Did you know that, Megan?” I pretended I hadn’t heard him. What can I say, I was scared half to death.
Another time I remember well was last winter. The ensemble was singing at the Sheridan Centre. D sat next to me on the streetcar. I was seriously “scared stiff”. I could hardly move. Our eyes met once and we said “Hi”. I remember thinking that he had awesome eyes. I’d never seen them that close before.