I look back on my school years with fondness and hilarity; I basically squeezed my lessons in around my social affairs. School for me was all about the social, the gossip and most of all, the boys. We were a tight knit year group, totally Grease the movie. There were the cool kids, the geeks, the mean girls; you name it we had all genres covered. I spent the whole time wanting to be Sandy but really I was Sandra Dee (before she became cool) and I was totally smitten with my very own version of Danny Zuko; lets call him Sam.
Sam was the cool kid, he breezed in and out of school was popular with the girls and the boys, he was sporty and trendy; and despite being an A stream student, he just came and went as he pleased.
From the age of 12 I chased him around the school, dragging my bored girlfriends along for the ride; my books were covered in hearts bearing his initials and I knew everything about him from his star sign to where he went on holiday (there begun my excellent research skills). He used to tease me and make it quite clear that I would never be lucky enough to go out with him. I was never really distressed about him, I think I just loved the chase and the banter. He had the ability of turning me into a gibbering wreck, I tried so hard to be cool but always ended up saying something silly and embarrassing! When we left school, I soon fell out of crush with him but I always heard snippets about him over the years from mutual friends, which was nice.
16 years later, our school reunion brought about mass hysteria when my best friend Danielle managed to whip me up into frenzy at the thought of being reunited with Sam. Once he arrived, she immediately launched into all the old stories and situations I used to get her into as a result of chasing Sam around the school – which made me want to crawl under the nearest table, he was highly amused.
Regardless of the cringing, Sam and I became friends and we even ended up emailing weekly, sharing relationship stories etc. A few years on, we are still friends but I hadn’t seen him for over a year, when he turned up at my birthday lunch. I wasn’t expecting him, so within minutes I went from chilled to giddy, buzzing around Danielle for some kind of support whilst she sat and laughed at me! Sam bought me a birthday drink which I instantly dropped on the floor, slightly embarrassing. It then dawned on me that despite the fact he and I are friends and that I was am now 36; in his presence I am Sandra Dee and I am 13 years old again. A very giddy 13 year old.
In 23 years nothing has ever happened between us not even a peck on the lips. It’s quite a nice feeling to look at someone and instantly feel like a teenager. They should bottle that feeling because aside from everything, all the years and relationships in between, he can still make me smiley inside and feel exactly like I did at school, its quite a nice feeling.
I love the silly relationship I have with Sam, I love that he goes along with the giddiness, I love that he pops in to my life just when I need it and most of all I love that we are friends. It’s a great story; anything else would just spoil that. Using the words of Beyonce he really did turn out to be the best thing I never had.