God, women and sit-coms. part I

You, know sometimes i think I’m God's own personal sit-com. He sits around chilling on some cloud, turns on that flat screen and put's it on channel Earth. “Hey, hey! Jesus! Everybody hates Tim is about to start!” “Be right there pops!” J.C., jumps on that puffy cloud-couch next to his dad with a big bowl of popcorn. “So, what did you do this time pops?” God, takes a big hand of the popped corn, puts it in his mouth and smiles. Ear to ear. “Oh, you are going to love this one”. 

Now before I get to the meat of my little tale, let's go back a few years. 1989. People went in droves to see the first big Batman film and the last Indiana Jones flick (or so we thought), Public Enemy was fighting the power, Prince was doing the Batdance and the Berlin Wall fell. What a great time to be a wee lad of 12 years old. Now, I'm hanging with some guys from my class in front of school talking about stuff, 12/13 year old boys talk about but soon the conversation took an uncomfortable turn. “Kissing”. 

Yes, that good 'ol question. “Have you kissed a girl yet?” All, of these guys apparently kissed a lot of girls, whether is was true or not they had their stories ready. Than it was my turn. I had nothing, no material, not one story. Naturally, I said “Yeah, sure, I've kissed a few chicks” 

The alpha-male/kid in the group nodded and smiled. “Yeah? What did you do” “You, know, I-i used my lips and Uhm”. Before I could wreck my non-existent reputation even further Alpha-kid cut me off. “Oh, oh..wait” He looked at the other boys. “Did you get a little tongue action?” “Tongue?” I said, mildly disgusted. “Yeah, you know French kissed her.” “Ehhhr, Yeah, man! I stuck it in there and it was really, really wet you know”. 

As I lied my ass off, I started to make weird movements with my tongue, trying to show them how I did it. It goes without saying I did not convince them one bit. They went with the flow though. Suddenly, Rashma walked by. This little, Indian girl. She wore big glasses, was really skinny and kind of sad looking. Alpha-kid asks me “Would you kiss her?” But he asks me in a way so, Rashma could hear it. Naturally, I wanted to proof my self and said “No, way man! I'd never kiss her”. We all laugh. 

Poor Rashma, kept walking and went home i guess. I felt bad after that and vowed that, whenever I get the chance again, I won't let anyone be as lonely as her, There won't be any groups in the class I’m in. We'll all be one big group of friends and equals. Never thought I’d get the chance but years later I did. I grabbed it with both hands. That however is another story. 

I tried to talk to her but she was just a shy little girl, spoke to almost no one and got good grades. It stayed like that for the next years. We graduated high school and everyone went their own way. So, did little Rashma. This invisible girl who I thought, I’d never see again. 

One day in 1997, we met again and boy, oh boy... 

To be continued...