By Treva Perkins
Oh that guy! There was no way that I was going to give him the satisfaction of even looking at him! And those girls hanging all over him as they all walked the hallways ooogaling and cooing. There were at least four or five of them at all times sauntering down the hall with him arm in arm. It was disgusting. Didn’t they know how ridiculous they looked? And the guy had a big smile that said it all; he loved it! I couldn’t stand it. All of this frenzy took place toward the end my ninth grade year at George Jacobs Junior High, in Eureka, CA. This tall, slender Elvis look alike with his dark hair and creamy white skin had shown up at our school and was making quite a stir with the girls. He and I didn’t have any classes together so the only time I saw him was passing in the hallways always accompanied by a bevy of silly girls. No, I was not going to be part of the harem.
Probably the reason that I caught his attention was because I ignored him, thoroughly. Certainly I didn’t mean to bring this interest to myself because not only was I terribly shy, but I didn’t want to be pulled in to being part of the troupe. It wasn’t too many days before one of the girls approached me and said that Doug wanted to call me. After all of these years, details are few and far between but I did talk to Doug for at least an hour on the phone after dinner for several nights. He didn’t live anywhere near me so popping over for a visit was not to be. Doug asked me to the prom. Considering all of the girls who had been dying to date him, I couldn’t believe that he picked me. On the evening of the prom his aunt, who he was living with at the time, drove us to the school for the gala event. This was my first real date and on the way home in the back seat with his aunt driving up front, I had my first real kiss.
With the end of the school year, Doug seemed to disappear as fast as he had swooped into town. I can only imagine that my parents might have sighed a breath of relief when this whirlwind liaison ended.