How To Impress Girls - Or Maybe Not

Somewhere around the summer between my 5thor to double check on our homework assignment.
and 6ths grade years at EV Cain Elementary School aWe knew girls were different, but we didn't give
girl named Rhonda moved from Grass Valley tomuch thought to how they differed, except that
Auburn, and there was something about her thatthey threw a baseball funny and used two hands to
fascinated me. I saw her sometimes during theshoot a basketball (even a lay up!), and they ran "like
summer, going to the show with other girls, orgirls".Except Linda Polameri.She threw a ball the right
shopping downtown with her Mother. She wasway, ran like a boy, and nobody would have bet
intriguing to me for some reason. I can't think of thatagainst her in a fair fight. The reason I know that is
reason now, but I wanted to meet her, or to dobecause she once got very angry with me in class
something, anything, so she would notice me. Once Iafter I beat her in a class election, and challenged me
saw her at the town park up by the Recreation Field,to a fight afterward. (Election of class officers was
and since I was a fast runner in those days, Iheld twice a year, as I recall, and students pretty
thought I might show her how swift I was, andmuch voted by sex; the girls voted for whatever girl
thereby impress her with my speed. I had just seenwas running, and the boys voted for whatever boy
a Superman movie, and was impressed with thewas running. The only reason I ran was because no
whole idea of speed, and thought she might be too.other boy wanted to run.) By last period, the entire
She was sitting on the lawn with a couple other girls Iclass had heard about the fight, taken sides, and
knew, and I wished that they would go away so Isome were even making bets. I guess what
could impress her without them saying something likebothered me the most was that even the boys who
"that's only Duane," or some other dumb thing girlswere rooting for me in the fight were betting against
said back in those days.I waited for probably ame. Even my best friend, Jack Stephens, who was
half-hour or more for my opportunity. Her friendsas small as I was, only plumper, had bet his entire
didn't budge. But I spotted a beagle running lickity-splitFriday's lunch money against me.Fortunately for me,
in her general direction, and I thought, "if she seesMr. Ryan got wind of the fight, too, and appeared
me running faster than that dog, she'll really beafter school behind the Quonset hut; the very spot
impressed with me!" So I took out at an angle, until Ipreviously appointed for the fight. When the other
was about parallel with the dog, and we zoomed sidekids saw him, they retreated awkwardly, and made
by side within a few feet of the girls and on totheir way toward the playground and on home. Linda
wherever the dog was headed. Before I got out ofseemed disappointed that the scheduled fight had
earshot I heard her ask "who is the dumb kid withbeen cancelled, but left with the others, not wanting
the cute dog?" My heart sank, but my feet ran on.to get in trouble with Mr. Ryan, a fair but tough
The dog seemed to know where he was going, butteacher who had been a career officer in the Marines
I didn't and within seconds I found myself sliding onbefore he became a teacher. When everyone was
my back across a freshly watered section of lawn.gone, I crawled out from under the Quonset hut
As I slid to a stop, the dog turned back, gave me awhere I had been hiding, and skipped home,
curious look, and licked my face as if to say, "Arecelebrating my reprieve.Luckily, Linda didn't hold a
you OK?" I couldn't bear looking back to see ifgrudge, and the next day at school she asked me if
Rhonda was watching, but I heard the girls giggling,I wanted to shake and make up.I did.So we did.And
so I was sure she saw the entire show.Later thatthat was the inauspicious start of my first romance.
same summer I was walking on the sidewalk in frontAny girl who would shake and make up, to say
of the Auburn Post Office where my Dad worked,nothing of running and throwing right, was worth my
when I spotted her coming out of the Post Officeattention. It started out slowly, by a quick meeting
lobby. She looked so pretty in her curly, bouncy hair,of our eyes during history class, then sending notes
pink blouse and pedal pushers, that again I felt theback and forth during social studies, and climaxing in
surge of desire coming over me to impress her. Imy request to change seats with John Towers so I
spotted a magnificent Schwinn bicycle parked by thecould sit next to her. That was fine with John, who
curb; a bike far more expensive than I could everwas tired of passing our notes back and forth by
hope to own, and since I was just a few feet fromnow. That was the first time in my entire life that I
it at the time, I kind of casually stepped over to ithad ever knowingly and willingly taken a seat next to
and put one hand on the handle bars, like I was justa girl, and surprisingly, it felt kind of good, in an
resting after a long ride through the foothills of theembarrassing sort of way.She liked me for
Sierras. To my great surprise, she DID notice me,approximately the same reasons, I suspect. I ran
and in fact walked directly toward me. When shefast, threw a baseball like I knew what I was doing,
was no more than a foot away from me she asked,and was pretty fair at the one-handed set shot.
"OK, what are you doing with my bike?"I mumbledThen too, I was a boy, and it was a novelty for a
something about being sorry I had mistaken her bikeboy to pay that much attention to a girl at 11 years
for mine, and she mumbled something with the wordof age.That spring was wonderful. Seeing Linda every
"stupid" in it, and that was the end of that. Sheday at school; overhearing other girls whisper about
never did notice me after that, and I guess it's justus "going together" in the cloakroom; and seeing a
as well. I understand she went on to become a verynewfound admiration in the eyes of some of my
successful waitress in old town Auburn.Now that I'vemale friends. I used to lie awake at night and dream
been married for more years than I care to mention,of Linda and I both making the Yankees; she at
I've given up the idea of trying to impress her. Oh,shortstop and me in centerfield, winking at each
when I'm back in town and drive by the Cozy Spotother between plays. I always out hit her in my
Cafe where she works, I'm always tempted to go indaydreams, probably to make up for the fact that
and somehow let her know that the boy sheshe always out hit me in real 7th grade baseball
scorned grew up to be a writer. But about the time Igames. It just didn't seem right for her to be THAT
start to pull in, my mind goes back to my first twogood. And we were tied for stolen bases, too, in my
attempts at impressing her, and I visualize myselfdaydreams, right up to the last game of the season,
telling her about all the books I have written, and inwhen I stole 5 bases in one inning, breaking Ty
my mind, she responds by sarcastically asking if ICobb's record (of course that was long before Maury
write about dogs and stolen bikes, and so I changeWills, Ricky Henderson, etc.) and putting me 1 ahead
my mind, and drive on.Of course, I knew lots ofof Linda, who only stole 4 bases that same inning.Our
other girls as I was growing up, and I suppose I had7th grade formal dance was in late May, and Linda
a normal amount of curiosity about them that anylooked forward to it excitedly, talking a great deal
young guy had. Roy Poindexter, a 5th grader, told aabout it, and hinting that she would dance only with
bunch of us 4th grade boys that the way to tell theme. I was greatly flattered on the one hand, and
difference between boys and girls was to tape aworried on the other since I didn't know how to
small mirror to the toe of one shoe, then walkdance.I needn't have worried, however.A kid named
casually up to a girl and engage her in conversation,Chip Bonanno from New Jersey moved to Auburn
and simply place the foot with the mirror on itthree days before the dance. He was handsome,
between the girl's feet. Then while she was talking,looked much older than the rest of us boys, had big
we would simply glance down and get a glimpse ofbiceps which he showed off in cut-off T-shirts, and
whatever was hiding under her skirt.Roy spoke withspoke with not only a voice which had already
the suave confidence of one who had done it manychanged to bass, but also with the smooth
times. In retrospect, I remember his Mom was asophistication of a city boy who knew all about cars,
manager of women's undergarments at J.C. Penny's,girls, and the ways of the world. Linda and every
so he probably honed his craft by practicing on theother girl in the 7th grade fell in love with him
mannequins after hours. Despite his bragging, I haveinstantly, and since Linda was the only girl in the 7th
serious reservations as to whether he ever tried itgrade with a boyfriend, she was the one he
on a real, live girl, who would have to be both blindchose.She danced every dance with Chip at the
and stupid to stand still for such an obvious ploy.Butformal, and as far as I knew, did not distinguish me
Billy Roberts believed him, and announced that hefrom the furniture. I was crushed, of course, and
was going to try it the next day at school. Insteadspent most of my time looking as sad as possible, in
of the scenario turning out the way Roy predicted,hopes that she would notice me and feel sorry for
the moment Billy walked on the playground Wandame and leave Chip and come back to me.It didn't
Johannson spotted the mirror, and yelled at himwork. She never looked.Duane Shinn is the author of
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