Embarrassing High School Experiences
Okay I referred to something that happened to me back in High School a few hours ago in a comment on our “Kissing Dating Goodbye” post. I’ll tell the story because embarrassing myself is one of my spiritual gifts. Here’s the story.
I used to go to my friends youth group. One year I got invited to join them on a ski trip up in the Poconos. On this trip was a new girl. I wasn’t dating anyone at the time and we had a good conversation on the bus ride back to the church. We got back and then, if I remember correctly, had youth group. This girls friend came up to me after youth group and told me that her friend wanted to “hook up” with me and did I want to “hook up” with her? Here’s where I become a dork. I though hook up meant “go on a date” not make out. I said sure, let’s hook up. I was thinking we’d go to Friendlies after youth group with the other 40 youth group kids. My suave plan was to sit next to her and probably pay for her ice cream.
To give you a picture of how non-studly I was you should know that for me getting up the courage to hold a girls hand usually took a month or two. Kissing was what happened before I had a serious talk with her dad about my career prospects.
So the friend goes back to the girl and says, “yes he wants to hook up”. She motions me over and we casually walk back into some woods behind the gym. This was “that spot” apparently for other youth group kids but again, I didn’t know. I was thinking “cool woods.” We were chatting and I realized later she was waiting for me to make my move. My move was to climb one of the trees and hang up-side down from one of the branches by my knees. Then I saw a friend of mine pass by with a frisbee so I called them back there to join the two of us and have a catch
Later on her friend asked me why I hadn’t hooked up with her. It was here that I realized she meant something entirely different from what I was thinking. The tree climbing incident and her attitude took on a whole new meaning at that point. I wasn’t too bothered though because I wouldn’t have been into someone who was that ready to hook up.

May 12, 2008 at 1:27 pm
In the interest of full disclosure, I should let you all know that Meade’s tree hanging move was definitely what sucked me in on our first date. It was so hot.
May 12, 2008 at 1:34 pm
My skills had expanded by that point to include playing that song from the end of “The Wedding Singer” on my guitar making me a romance ninja by that point. I should confess that when Amy and I finally did get together in college my effort to ask her out involved a metaphor from Martin Luther about a drunk man and a horse.
May 12, 2008 at 1:39 pm
by rights these stories should be spelling out Virgin For Life but because God is good and hey you worked on your talents, well. . .God Bless You.
May 12, 2008 at 1:41 pm
and i’m ALL for the “first move” being some kind of feat of strength because Hey a woman, going back to our roots, needs to know that you can protect/provide for her. I’m hell on wheels with an adding machine but you can’t exactly carry one around to bars.
May 12, 2008 at 1:48 pm
Finally, i have GOT to find my college ID. the picture is pretty much an “embarrassing high school-college experience” all by itself.
May 12, 2008 at 2:47 pm
I think Joel is on to something. This story and Meades eventual marriage is proof that the HS is still working.
May 12, 2008 at 3:05 pm
I have to hear this Luther metaphor. I’ve heard his version (about human nature being like a drunkard trying to ride a horse). I want to see how you spun that one into “Wanna hang out?”
May 12, 2008 at 3:43 pm
if you talked to AV about luther it would be positively erotic. he loves him in a way that borders on being inappropriate, in a cross-century, man-to-man kind of way. I’m like that with Queen Elizabeth I and possibly General George Armstrong Custer.
May 12, 2008 at 3:54 pm
av= man crush on Luther & Piper
May 12, 2008 at 3:57 pm
actually I think it would be 1) Walter Kaiser and 2) Luther
May 12, 2008 at 3:58 pm
Piper would be up there though, he’s cool.
May 12, 2008 at 4:02 pm
i would be interested, since we’ve morphed into “If you Could Have Lunch With. . .” in seeing how good of an athlete Jim Thorpe really was. i don’t know if any of you even know what i’m talking about. i doubt it. i don’t care.
May 12, 2008 at 6:07 pm
Was that Josh’s youth group? Sounds kinda like it….
May 12, 2008 at 9:02 pm
HA. Yes it was Josh’s youth group (different from the one who comments here). Ladies and gentlemen an actual person who was there. Val knows all my embarrassing HS stories.
May 13, 2008 at 8:49 am
That is a cute story. There’s no shame in being a little dorky.
May 13, 2008 at 11:39 am
*little*?
June 12, 2008 at 12:48 pm
Yeah, so many opportunities passed me by in High School when I think about it now.
It’s funny, because during college, I kicked myself for not taking full advantage of every opportunity to get with these girls– now that I’m in my late twenties, I feel like I made the right decision all those years ago. It’s funny how your perspective can change wildly
I feel like I’ve reverted back to the sensible gentleman that I always was after a few years of beer-fueled mayhem in college.
If you don’t mind– a little plug for my high school journal, which has been recently digitized and open for the world to see, as it fits in with tales like this.
Embarrassing High School Diary: http://embarrassinghighschooldiary.blogspot.com