Making My Choice I delayed it as long as
possible - all through junior high even. I didn't seem to be too popular with
members of either sex, so I didn't feel hurried. This decision was big.
Bigger even than whether I would end up at the University of North Dakota or
North Dakota State University. When my older brother had made
his decision; he sat down with a pad and pen, made columns "pro"
and "con" and did a thorough analysis on the subject. My decision
was based more on gut feeling. Like a gut feeling on how girls might be nicer
than guys. Anyone who has spent time in a junior-high gym class knows how
nasty guys can be. I didn't yet talk to girls, but I assumed them to be
friendly once the ice was broken. And there were other incidents that led me
to lean to girls: Summer 1978 - My older brother
puts up Cheryl Tiegs "pink bikini" poster in his bedroom. Fall 1979 - I walk a school
hallway behind a girl wearing tight Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. Early 1980 - Valerie Bertinelli
appears on the cover of US magazine in a white bikini. Summer 1980 - Pat Benatar wears
damn-near-painted-on leather pants and black-and-white horizontally-striped
top in the "You Better Run" video. These things helped show me how
beautifully girls were shaped. By the time I started high school in the fall
of 1980, I had made my choice for girls and heterosexuality. As I began tenth
grade, the guys were looking as dorky as usual. On the other hand, the girls
sported tight Levis, flattering horizontally-striped tops that showed a
teasing portion of their backs, and amazing feathered hair. I heaved a sigh of relief with
the choice that I had made. |
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