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When I was perhaps a sophmore in high school I got a phone call from Asia. Asia the girl, not the continent. Asia was a grade above and years beyond my realm of comprehension. Sure, she was about my age but that didn't say a thing about our differences. Asia had, at this point, dated Gabe for awhile. Gabe was sort of a crazy, skateboarding punk but he was a nice guy too.. oh, and a karate man all the way. And I think he was a devote Christian. Anyhow, Asia was a bit the punker herself in that Degrassi sort of way. She had frizzy blonde hair and a snarl and more cleavage than was appropriate, I imagine. So she called me up. I can't remember what time of year it was, or even what time of day it was, but I remember her switching grateful dead records in the background as I played the guessing game with her. "Uhh.. are you in my class? Should I be expected to know who this is..?" In the end she was interested, I guess. She was probably as nervous as I was and I'm not sure why I bugged out but I did. I calmly talked to her while my mind raced ahead, "why is she calling? does she like me? we've never even spoken before.. could I date her? would I? It _is_ a girl.. why not? what would people think? would they think I was weird? They'd think I was weird.." It became apparent that this wasn't going to work out. I kept talking with her but I played dumb and it was over soon enough. It was a long time ago and I can't remember if we had more than one phone conversation or just that one but I remember her.. weird.. colorful.. strange.. out of my league. And as I look back now I wonder if it was more that my league was out of hers? Was I that much of a snob even as a kid? I told myself at the time that I couldn't handle her but it could have been my fear that did the talking. It could have been the fear of what others would think of me. I was a victum of my own pretention. A victum of what I hated the most but I did it anyway. Sorry Asia, we could have had fun.


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