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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She Loved Me; I Loved Her Not</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was not the prettiest flower in the bouquet<br> but she had a perfumed heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> which shone through in a radiant smile and gentle nature; <br>  she loved me dearly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I, I awakened to puberty blinded by blond curls<br>  and cheerleader bodies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  and to those nasty girls<br> who flirted with my hormones<br> shaking me into the boy-way and impure thoughts; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  sometimes at the wrong time<br>  as the girls filed by us boys<br>  we both on our<br> way to the gym and my embarrassment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where sometimes I had to skip gym and make excuses.<br>  Audrey watched from afar; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I was not so much oblivious of how she felt<br> and I felt she was nice but, too nice</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> to be despoiled by what I wanted from girls<br> I wanted the fast girls because fast knows fast</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> and I was definitely fast in my sloppy jeans.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  So like attracted like.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Like bears and honey</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  And like bears and honey</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I didn't care if I got stung<br>  I wanted honey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Every boy in my school wanted the same three girls; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> every girl in my school wanted the same three boys</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> the rest of us were bystanders, spectators and critics</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  to scenes we were not part of</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> not even able to offer solace to others like ourselves because</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> to be in the not-popular group was to be a social failure; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> and who wants to associate with social failures-<br>  no one that's who.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Being seen together</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> only drew attention to your failed status in life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  No one wants that right? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Audrey stood by watching me hunger for the popular girls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  particularly Carly<br>  who was my female succubus, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  who could arouse in me<br> such that at times I dared not stand up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Carly was the one who knew how to flirt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  how to move my hormones with just a glance; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  how to flip her hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> how to bend over to pick up that mythical pencil</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  how to always look available</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  whether she had a boyfriend or not</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  how to perform in lunch-room theater</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  scenes of a princess eating</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> several kinds of food stuffs from soup to hotdogs, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  to ice cream cones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  which drove the boys crazy</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> where Life would stand still for the boys and the girls<br> and also for some male faculty members<br>  who too would<br>  become frozen in time<br>  whenever Carly, took up her comestibles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The girls watched too angry-eager to learn how to imitate<br>  -envious critical condemning, castigating<br> totally in awe of what Carly could do to boys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She had the gift of innocent sexuality, <br> no better, the gift of a innocent playful sexuality<br>  naughty but not seedy, <br>  a young girl in a woman's body, <br>  natural senuous movements which gave promise<br>  of her inner woman to be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She was of course learning of her ability<br>  to attract boys and men<br>  but her learning was so public<br> and she learned to accommodate the stares and<br>  mini-hatreds and lusts of others<br>  on the stage she had placed upon<br> which made her internal development public out of necessity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  She was used to all eyes upon her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And even then I realized that Carly was also a symbol of how everything and anything could be given a sexual interpretation<br> not only by us boys, but the girls as well<br>  and as well by the adults, <br> some of whom hated Carly's natural sexuality<br>  and other adults there<br>  who hated her<br>  and that very same sexuality<br>  as a sign of the devils work<br>  or worse, <br>  made them feel that sexuality<br> against their will-same as the young boys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No one it seemed was immune<br> from the powerful pull of Carly's natural sexuality.<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Carly lived in the middle of this maelstrom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I found Audrey one Friday<br> (Carly and her popular group came to the cafeteria<br>  only on Fridays, <br> hence her appearances were extra special<br>  to all concerned<br>  since they were not frequent.) <br> <br>  One day, as I was saying, <br>  I saw Audrey outside the cafeteria<br>  and the moment her eyes met mine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  she started to cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Not understanding <br>  I asked her what was the matter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  'Nothing.' she said turning away<br> but that was the first day I started to see her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  as a real person, <br>  not a girlfriend mind you<br> rather I started to see her as a comrade in suffering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I vowed to ask her who she was in love with<br>  assuming she shared my predicament.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And I thought we could help each other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I thought I would call her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Without further words Audrey walked away<br> humiliated but happy so happy that I had noticed her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She vowed that she would fight for me</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> she would walk up to me in the school corridor<br>  and kiss me on the cheek; <br>  that is what she would do<br> to make me understand how she felt about me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To make me see that she was the one<br>  who loved me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  that really understood me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  That is what she decided to do </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That night she planned it out: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Lip gloss, short skirt, tight top, <br> she would be a new Audrey and get my attention</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> and make me forget the nasty girls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  To be continued</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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