The Begining

Hello. The name is Deni. I’m looking for a girlfriend, or at least trying to. It’s hard nowadays. Seems like girls don’t know how much it hurts to be thrown like a napkin in the trashbin. It all started in that day. Maybe before that. I have no way of knowing for sure, but the end result is present. There are a thousand ways to reject someone. I read it in a book after that day.

That fateful day

A few days before the prom, I finally decided to muster up the courage and ask a girl to go out with me to the prom. I was far from ideal, I had no muscles, I weighed a bit more, I was ugly(I thought so seeing myself in the mirror no matter how I dressed), I had a weird haircut and tied my hair up with an elastic band. I had no confidence in myself. But if I don’t do that today, then when? I dressed sportingly.
-Blue shirt. There. Sporting seven eighths pants. There. Cool glasses. There. Perfume and roll-on. I used. Something’s missing. Oh, gel and to fix my hair.
I went to the bathroom and put gel in my hands. Then I put it on my hair. I did a cool up-do on pins. I tied my hair up in the back with an elastic.
-You’re one hell of a sexy prom date. You’re not. Just kidding.
I didn’t know much about the girl except her address. She and I never even said hello. Only while I was running from bullies at school did she always look at me in a way that made me dizzy. I often saw her helping others.
-Sylvia, can you give me your homework. I forgot to write it.
-Okay, but next time don’t forget, Vanio.
She gave him her notebook. Yes, her name is Sylvia.
-Sylvia, can I have your History textbook?
-Yes, of course, George. Iva will share hers with me.
-Sylvia, how do I solve this problem?
-You’re using X instead of…(that part was like speaking in an alien language. I didn’t understand anything)
-Yeah. Thank you very much.
-Sylvia, these girls are having trouble with some of the PE exercises. Could you help them?
-Yes, of course, teacher. Come on, girls.
She was always smiling as she helped the others. No matter how of a dork and stupid I was I knew she was one of the popular girls. She was in 9th grade. And how did I know about her? Let’s just say I was like a dummy for the bullies. I was constantly running away from them and I saw her more often than you could imagine. It wasn’t like that at first until I saw her at the beginning of the year. Gradually things changed. With that, so did my feelings for her. Yes, I was in love with her. Whenever I tried to normally meet her and talk something went wrong, but everything was fine except for the part of catching a glimpse of her for a few seconds while running away from the bullies. The only positive thing I was getting out of everything. The perfect girl.
I hastily brushed my teeth and stepped out of the bathroom.
-Mom, I’m going outside.
-Good luck, my boy.
-How do you know?
-Mom’s secret. Now go.
Mom winked at me as I closed the door. According to what I heard Sylvia lives in a boarding school. Second floor, room seven. I walked away. I hoped somehow I wouldn’t run into any bullies from school. If they could for one day
leave me alone.
-Hey, look at that loser Deni trying to ask a girl to the prom. Let’s follow him in secret.
-Lets go.
I heard voices’ in the background but didn’t pay attention, but maybe I should have. I lived at one end of town, near the neighborhood full of hooligans, and the boarding house was at the other end. Students from villages or other towns often lived there. I had no way to get around the neighborhood of hooligans, but I could walk through streets where there was rarely a living soul.
-Brother, what’s going on?
-Well, will you come and watch a girl turn down this sissy’s invitation for the prom?
-Well, sure.
I heard voices again, but they must have been from the other streets. I hope I don’t smell bad, because nobody’s cleaned the pipes in years. It wasn’t a big town. It didn’t have a population of 100,000. It was a big area and often workers or students from the villages came to work or study. To top it off, we had the sea. To avoid the hooligans I didn’t get on the bus. Even now I didn’t know if she was at her place, but I had no choice but to hope.
Good thing I wore a roll-on because I would have smelled. It was unusually hot outside. After a long walk I finally found myself in front of the boarding house. I didn’t have a key, but I knew the manager of the boarding house.
-‘Hi Denny, what do you want?
She showed up and asked me this question.
-Well, I want to ask one of the girls for the prom.
-Is that so?
I nodded.
-Who’s the lucky girl?
I just blushed without answering.
-Well then, I’ll let you in, my boy.
She opened the door and then I walked in. Floor two, apartment seven. Sylvia, I’ll ask you out for the prom. I walked two steps at a time to get there. I was on the second floor. Now to find room seven. I didn’t know anything about the boarding house, but I saw some room numbers that had bearings. 4. 5. 6 and here it is 7th. I rang the bell.
-Yes, who is it?
-I’m Deni.
-Deni? Are you the boy from twelfth grade?
-Yes, the same one.
-What do you want?
-First, please open the door.
-Okay.
She opened the door.
-And what would you like?
When she opened it, I was so nervous that I had trouble even speaking civilly.
-23rd… The Ball…. I will.
-I’m sorry. but I can’t.
When I heard it was as if a heavy weight had fell on me. I ran away with all my might in this very instant.
-Then it will be my grandmother’s funeral, but will you come to my ball as my gentleman?
I didn’t hear what she said, but it was clear that she preferred others to someone like me. At that moment, I set my sights to find a girlfriend. I walked out of the boarding house and saw all the hooligans gathered.
-Watch the loser.
-Yes, maybe a girl decline your invitation?
-You are pathetic.
-Run away and cry to your mom.
-Mother’s boy. Sorry, meant girl.
The hooligans were making fun of me, and I was running home at breakneck speed. They didn’t seem to be following me, but they kept making fun of me and laughing. After maybe a moment or maybe more I found myself at homr. I went inside.
-How did it go, Deni?
I didn’t even have the strength to answer.
-Poor thing. It’s not scary, one day you will have a girlfriend.
I didn’t eat dinner that day, and the next day the hooligans were talking about how I was rejected on the social medias. And they didn’t stop there. They even put up posters on the streets. On the day of the prom, I didn’t even go out of shame. I graduated without going to the prom.
-Today I am no longer a student and it’s time to find a girlfriend!
I shouted as I ran away after being given my diploma. I must have been ridiculed, and what I said made me feel ashamed, but it didn’t matter. I already had a goal in my otherwise aimless life. TO-FIND-A-GIRL-FRIEND!