I'm a stalker. (a love story)
I’m a stalker, but not the scary kind.
About 36 years ago, I ran into a cute boy in a gas station in our home town. It was one of those strange moments where the lighting is just right and everything slows down a little, there may have been a soundtrack, I mean some special kind of magic was charging the situation because when is the lighting good in a gas station? It was dreamy, there were aisles between us, and we didn’t speak.
80’s high school labels
I recognized him, he and I had met the summer before sophomore year at the Knights of Columbus Barbecue. He pursued me then, but I thought he was too weird. A musician and relatively my same age. I was into jocks and upper classmen. So I let it blow over. Now it was senior year sometime after Christmas and I was way weirder than the buttoned down, penny-loafered person I was on our first go around. High school in the 80’s offered many fashion categories. You could be a preppie, a head banger, a valley girl, a checker-head* just to name a few. I had moved from the former to the later.
Determined
I decided right then and there in that gas station, that I was going to date him. Thankfully my friends went to his high school so I had an in for “surveillance.” I know, it does sound stalker-esque, but I wasn’t building a shrine, or sending him cryptic messages cut out of magazine lettering. I was just determined. The plan was to just show up wherever he was, as if it were a coincidence.
Start the score board
The first time, he was playing lead guitar with his friends in their band, the Jinx, at a big music event at his school. I was sure to say hi and tell him they were awesome after. He said he would call me. (SCORE) Now I had gotten more specific with my goal. I wanted him to be my prom date. #goals
Progress
A few days later he called, we talked a bit and he said we should go out sometime. (DOUBLE SCORE) My plan was moving along…
Fail…
Then as fate would have it, he started dating someone. Boys are so weird. Needless to say I didn’t hear from him again, and temporarily gave up on the whole scheme and went to prom with a classmate guy friend.
Girlfriends to the rescue
Thing is, I had already put the wheels in motion with my girlfriends, and I would say, mostly, high school girls love strategizing romance. At least my friends did. So I kept getting the lowdown on his plans and locations. Soon he was “free” again from the bondage of dating someone-not-me. The exchange of information was super effective and all occurred without cell phones, pagers and the internet.
Time was running out
School was out and people were making college plans so I knew my time to accomplish my goal was growing short. I was happy to learn amongst all the details of his family vacation to Canada, that the Jinx would be playing at the teen center in a neighboring town in early July. One more OPPORTUNITY!
Get your Forenza pants on
I gathered my closest girlfriends, increased the volume of my hair to it’s 80’s grandeur, donned my Forenza pants and cropped tank top and away we went. It was all very exciting. There he was again, playing the guitar and time slowed down and everything seemed a little more sparkly. The night was a blast, I danced all night. Once the band took a break he found me and asked me to dance. (SLOW SONG, SUPER SCORE) It was magic. He needed to get back to the guitar and I needed to leave, I still had a curfew at 17. He said, “We should go out sometime.” I had heard that before, so I backed up to close the deal, crossed my arms and said, “O.K., when?”
History in the making
I got my date! My determination paid off even with the slightly creepy stalker edge. The rest is history and it is still being made, with that same boy on the daily. #luckyme<3
I stalk other things too…
I’ve done the same thing with all the careers and guru’s and teachers I’ve had in my life. I get in their world and watch for a while before jumping in with both determined feet and going after what I want. This method has always paid off, in spades. I only wanted a date, but I got a BFF-with benefits! When I decided to become a life coach because I thought it would improve my yoga retreats, I wind up now coaching all kinds of people daily, helping them live their best lives. #winningatlife
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*a checker-head, in our vernacular, was a person who listened to alternative music and dressed in lots of black in mostly thrift shop vintage. The term likely originated with those who shaved checkerboards into the hair on side of their head. The 80’s were strange times my friend : )