Breaking up with a Cheerleader 1-28-15
Were you ever hesitant to let someone get too close...and I am referring to telling them everything about yourself...the good, the bad, and the even worse? When I was a teenager, I was afraid of telling girls how I really felt. In our high school, there was a stigma to getting dumped by a girl. Your friends might speculate as to the cause, and their imaginations and inferences were always far worse than the real reason. One day I was walking to class and on the spur of the moment decided to inoculate myself against ever being dumped again. I would cement my reputation as the guy who did the breaking up, NOT as the guy who got dumped.
Cheryl Halliday was tall, blond and oh so cute. She was not aware of my existence. She had a slim, athletic physique...which perfectly suited the captain of the cheerleading squad. I attended a very large high school, and this was a VERY coveted position amongst all of the "popular" girls. It meant respect...deference from all of the teachers...and a parting of the crowd of sorts as she walked between classes through the hallways with her "entourage" of pretty little co-cheerleaders. 
As this unattainable vision floated into view, I timed it perfectly. Without warning, I jumped in front of Cheryl and her friends and in a loud, clear voice told her "Cheryl, it's over! You didn't call again last night and that's the last straw! We are through! It's done, BABY, and you can NEVER have me back!"
Cheryl looked very puzzled. Her friends glanced at her and then back at me, a thousand questions flashing across their faces. I walked away and then turned on my heel to finish my task. "What we had was special! By tonight YOU will realize you're NEVER gonna have that with any other guy! And STOP pretending you don't know what I'm talking about!"
I felt great! I had just broken up with the most popular girl in the school. I had delivered a pre-emptive strike long before the term was even invented. I broke up with Cheryl once more later in the school year, and so did my friend Glenn, and to her credit she was able to act equally surprised each time. To return to the Home Page, click here.