Teenaged Niche

Drop dead gorgeous dark eyed bus boy chased Peer assured status, focus of my fascination High fiving idol guffawed and elbowed adjacent Mates in droves, admirers in rows, dreamy Damon Enriched to glimpse soap opera face as I boarded From boys' school nearby, the greener gender pasture Glance at my rolled up skirt spoke to thoughts sordid His fleeting grin sent collapsing knees, mates' laughter In typical teenage fashion for the times, mid nineties Before social media blinked million comment designation Our exchange over months limited to several niceties Emptying bus afternoon he asked me out, supreme elation Profile examined in mirror the evening of our due movie Re primped the pair of socks boosting breasts non existant Had my (only) half decent outfit chosen for past two weeks Prospect of dating Damon held no heart slowing assistance Uneventful night pursued, spun by overwhelming innocence Being too naive to encourage moves, nerves running riot Our chaeffered lifts to cinemas knew no lip warming kiss Closely guarded phone each evening, obstinately quiet A month later, bus reverberated his revised standards Update explained to his mates, his tastes were narrowing One percent of girls bore requirements Damon demanded Variety other than curvaceous blonde, saw attention souring Perfunctory level of awareness, lack of inner dignity Allowed me to continue, lust bound, blindly desiring During next year, Damon must have woken to scarcity Blonde eligible youngsters for his affection aspiring Mirror had become a somewhat closer companion Make up added maturity, curves came, and confidence Outside brick walled front of school, squinted in sun Damon boldly suggested our courting should recommence Sideways glance with my fiend, Suzie, enclosed chapters Desperately I pleaded with my fifteen year old foolishness To keep a straight face as I turned him down, lustre lacking "I don't know, " faux deep thought, " Chance is one percent"! 2nd August 2020 Dusty Old Memories Poem Contest Sponsor: Constance La France