Wednesday, October 31, 2007

The Boy, The Christmas Present (and the ungreatful Girl who received it)

(Note: Once again, I changed the names of those involved)

The year was 1992. The place was Thorpe, in Surrey England and I was 15 years old. It was the last day of school before the Christmas holiday and I was anxious. The word around school was that Jon The Canadian was looking to give me a present and I was looking to hide. Sweet, handsome, shy Jon. He's good looks and quiet demeanor intimated the heck out of me as a young girl. He was desperate to attempt to win my heart though.

All throughout the day my girlfriends kept looking for me saying "Jon's looking for you. He has something for you." Then his friends started coming up to me. "He's looking for you, Colleen." They said. "Yeah, uh huh, I know." Was all I could awkwardly muster.

I didn't see him all day but sunk onto the school bus anyway. We were just about to take off when a blond head popped into the school bus and climbed the stairs. The next thing I knew the tall, shy Canadian was smiling and making his way to the back of the bus where I was sitting with butterflies in my stomach.

"Hello Colleen, Merry Christmas." He said in his smooth, deep voice and held out his big hand. In it was a tiny box wrapped in Christmas paper. I sat there in my seat and looked up at him. All the children on the bus were watching us. I took the present from his hand. "Thanks Jon. Merry Christmas to you too." I said and smiled weakly up at him. "Okay, well, I'll see ya." He said cheerily. And turned around and walked off the bus. I sat there with the little wrapped box in my hand. I didn't want to open it. Next thing I knew there was a tap at the window. It was Jon and he was smiling. Then like something out of an old Molly Ringwald movie, he blew on the window. It created a fog and he wrote backwards so I could read it properly "Call me" with his finger. "Okay?" I could hear him say. All I could do was nod. Then he walked off.

Just then our mean bus driver who we mockingly named "Skippy" shouted in his thick Scottish brogue. "Siiiii dooowwwn! We're leeeavin'!" The bus lurched and off we went.
I was sitting there with the little box in my hand and his very good friend who road the bus with me. "Well open it!" Greg said. All the girls were watching me. They thought I was so cool that an upperclassmen gave me Freshman, a Christmas present.

Nothing like this had ever happened to me in my life. No guy had ever paid attention to me until now, not like this. Maybe it was because I was insecure about my looks. Maybe it was because I was immature and inexperienced. I don't really know. But as much as I enjoyed being liked, I was not emotionally ready for dating just yet.

So with trembling hands, I unwrapped the present. It was a cut glass box that you could see through, and in it was a dainty pair of gold looking flower earrings. They were very pretty, and I was speechless.

That night, I kept thinking about the fact that he wanted me to call him. But I didn't know what to say. So I didn't. I felt bad about that. It was never like me to agree to something and not follow through, but I just couldn't.

I can't remember if I ever thanked him. All I know is that those dainty earring sat in my jewelry box. And every once in awhile I would take them out and look at them and then secretly tuck them back away. They were probably the most thoughtful Christmas present I received that year and I never let him know it.

Now I am a grown-up but somewhere in the attic of my parents house, in an old white leather jewelry box there lies a pair of dainty flower earrings, that have still yet to be worn, but are to precious to throw away.

12 comments:

Dan Mega said...

Wow, and you were able to recall it with such vivid detail. I especially like the blowing on the window part. That guy was kinda smooth, I should get tips.

Very nice read.

Colleen said...

Yes, well, it was a nice memory. Saw an older photo of him once at a friends wedding. He's so darn gorgeous now, Dang it! Ha!

colleen said...

Your story reminded me of how often I hold back, unable to fully devour a beautiful moment. Like I want only crumbs when God offers me the whole cake.

Thanks for sharing Colleen!

Colleen said...

Wow Colleen. What a way to put that! I've done that in the past with Him too. I can only hope he makes me more aware of being that way in the future so that I won't repeat my past.

countrygirlcityliving said...

You have done it again! A beautifully written story that makes us feel as if we are on the bus with you. You are really a talented writer Colleen. Thank you for sharing your tales.

~**Dawn**~ said...

Your memory reminds me of how I would like to go back in time & shake my younger self for being so foolish...

AnnaMarlene said...

We often don't know why we do the things we do, but maybe by not calling this guy you in fact made the right choice...just a thought...

Susan Kelly Skitt said...

Now wouldn't that be so cool if "Jon" walked back into your life? What would you do? (As long as he isn't married!!!)

I had a boy I liked when I was fifteen. Jim was much older though, nineteen, and wasn't much interested in seeing a younger girl. Besides, I was a Pastor's daughter and my dad had "pipes" (as the guys like to call muscles). That made certain guys scared!

Jim moved away to New York, I lived in Pennsylvania, and never gave him much thought again. I started dating a great guy at sixteen, married at nineteen, (Gerry was twenty-one and had a good job in marketing), had my first baby at twenty-five (after I finished college and worked for a few years), then all at once I became a widow.

At twenty-seven, guess who God brought back into my life? Jim. Never married and still looked as good as ever in Levi's jeans!

We're married now and have a six-year-old son together...

(P.S. Loved your story, very well written! Made me remember those teenage days my older son is now experiencing - he's sixteen and likes a fifteen-year-old missionary daughter who came to visit last Sunday, although he would probably die before he admitted it...)

Colleen said...

Susan- thanks for sharing your story. I loved it. I was desperatly heart broken a few year back. It's encouraging to hear how God works things out for those that love Him. =)

david mcmahon said...

... and that is precisely why I always tell you that you're a talented writer ....

Brian in Oxford said...

Coulda been worse, like if your ears weren't pierced at the time....although I'm sure he was noticing ahead of time :)

Akelamalu said...

I popped over from Authorblog to read your post and how lovely it is.