I remeber her clear as day, she was the pretty girl with a pony tail. At 12 years old, she was everything, and I had to make her mine. Sun filtered through the skylights as I chased her around the room in innocent bliss. All was right with the world and her laughter only confirmed this was meant to be. We faced off and I made my move, going in for a kiss. I had both arms straight out, sauntering in like Frankenstein on a zombie walk. I was just a kid, how was I supposed to know I looked stupid? My eyes were half closed and there was drool on my mouth. We were face to face and my crowning moment of becoming a man was about to transpire.
Then, pow... The stars came out. Blood spurted from my nose and I fell to the ground in tears. Snot dripped from my chin, but I couldn't regain my composure. She had punched me in the nose, and I got the message loud and clear.
Respect the girl and make sure she says yes. This was my Great Perhaps Moment. I am a better person for it, and now I am a proper gentleman.