“I had to call someone. I can’t believe that Ross finally kissed Rachel.”
“Hello?” Oh good, she’s there.
“Hi, it’s Justin. Hey so how are you doing?”
I still remember her phone number. Still, at 25, I remember the number of both of the girls I had simultaneous perpetual background-radiation crushes on from 11 until about 17. Who even memorizes a girl’s phone number anymore? The world lost something important when cell phones made phone numbers unmagical.
“Um. I am fine. Hey so why are you calling?”
It is Thursday, November 9th, 1995 at 8:31 pm. I am a freshman in high school. I know that this conversation happened on that date at that time, because of 30 seconds I just spent searching the internet. This is possible for a reason that shall shortly become painfully and awkwardly apparent.
“Listen, were you just watching Friends?”
“Well yeah, I was.”
“The thing is, I just had to call someone. I can’t believe that Ross finally kissed Rachel.” I would like to remind you that, like everything else on this website, I promise I am not making this up. “I mean, that’s fantastic. I thought he was going to walk away, because he wanted to be with Julie, but no. He came back and kissed Rachel after all. I’m so excited.”
To repackage a John Cusack line from High Fidelity, was I awkward because I was exposed to hundreds of hours of popular culture in the form of movies, TV, and songs? Or did I have a fundamentally unquenchable need to see people acting out and describing the confident, successful-in-love self I someday wanted to be because I knew that I was unchangeably awkward?
I say yes.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, it was nice. So listen, I’ll see you tomorrow in school. Maybe. Good night.”
“Good night!”
I hung up the corded phone. I felt slightly depressed, as though some part of my 14-year-old self knew exactly how awkward I had just been. I stood up to go to my bedroom and get ready for bed. What if she didn’t want to talk to me? I shook the feeling off as I brushed my teeth. Because, really, who cares. Ross just kissed Rachel.
March 1st, 2007 at 3:57 pm
Speak of the devil… What is up with Ross?
March 6th, 2007 at 12:15 am
[…] programming, I want to hear Joey and Chandler bickering in the background. When I’m watching Ross kiss Rachel, I want to be programming. It’s strange, I know. But […]
March 12th, 2007 at 10:45 am
I remember instinctively memorising e numbers of this guy I had a crush on…well actually.. since it was just one… made e job a whole lot easier! Now I don feel dumb anymore..knowing ppl do memorise ‘impt’ numbers! and remember ‘em long after it’s not needed…hehe
November 1st, 2007 at 10:54 pm
i’ve had a crush on this kid since I was maybe 11 years old. I’m 17 now, and i’m still painfully crushing. I hate it as much as i love it. He’s amazing, but I’m simply too “awkward”.
November 24th, 2008 at 11:20 pm
I worry that maybe this is stalkerish, but when I was in 9th or 10th grade, I really liked this girl at my church, and I memorized her licence plate number (7175 AER). It’s not like I meant to; I just read it once, and never forgot it. I guess that’s kind of like the phone number thing.