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I've got the world up my ass.
And I'm gonna move fast.
Won't be the first.
Won't be the last.
Circle Jerks.

Julianne's unexpected passion left me completely aroused, so I sat in the car and savored the feeling. I tilted the seat backward to relax and go over the event in my mind.

I fucking choked. She must think I'm a total spazz, and she's right. She's probably on the phone with a girlfriend, making fun of me. She's going to tell all the girls on the flag squad, and they will tell the girls in band. Fuck, I'm right back where I started. Such a loser...

With nobody around to see them, I let my tears of humiliation and frustration flow. A few minutes of crying cleared my head, then I pulled away from the curb with a small amount of self respect.

Mission accomplished...

I had asked a girl out, took her on a date, and made out with her. No matter how stupid I felt, I did all that. And would do it better next time. Maybe not with Julianne, but there were plenty of other girls to date. Especially after I graduated in June and started my adult life.

By the time I got on the freeway, I actually felt good about myself. I even considered going back to the party to see if I could get something going with Jennifer, but decided to quit while I was ahead.

***************

Natalie met me in the garage. "Sooo, Nasty. How bad did you screw it up?"

With a huge grin, I boasted. "Not at all. It was a really good date."

She scoffed, "You're kidding."

I puffed myself up, "Nope, Julianne had a great time."

She held her hand out for her boyfriend's boots. "Ray, you're such a dork, how would you know that?"

"We made out."

"Julianne let you do that?"

Let me? Humph, she probably would have rather just made out for three hours, instead of doing all the other shit I put her through...

"Yes, and she liked it, Natalie. She told me so."

Natalie circled around me, trying to absorb the collapse of all logic and reason in the universe. "So, Julianne's your girlfriend now?"

"Well, not exactly..."

She cackled with glee. "I knew something was wrong. When are you going out again?"

"Uhh..."

Thoroughly enjoying herself, Natalie chortled, "You didn't make plans?"

"I, umm..."

She facepalmed. "Did you at least tell her you would call her?"

Frustrated, I blurted, "I'm not ready to have a girlfriend! I have no idea what I'm doing. This dating shit is hard. Really hard."

Natalie rolled her eyes. She knew the proper way to handle me in this state. "Ok, settle down. Don't be such a weenie. It's not a big deal. You can just make out with girls and even fuck them without having a relationship."

From my experiences, I had formed vague thoughts along those lines, but had dismissed them as improbable. "Girls will do that?"

She laughed. "Such a dork! You'll be amazed at what girls will do with the right guy. Now, pay attention. You won't be every girl's type, but you'll find plenty who will be up for anything! I'm actually proud of you, Nasty Brother. Goodnight."

My head spun with the last of my high, the two beers, and the priceless information my beloved sister had bestowed upon me.

I'll fool around as much as I can, but I still want a girlfriend someday...

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The End.

A/N. Due to my shame, I only said hello to Julianne at school and never asked her out again. In the remainder of my last semester, I made out with three other very attractive girls at parties. A friendly coworker took my virginity when I was 19, but I did not have a relationship with a girl until I was 21.