Okay so let's dance.
Me, kinda shy, really I am, but as a wee snot nosed squirt, I can actually recall the view of the world from behind Mama's leg, and holdin' on to it for dear life I did I did..in my minds eye I favored the left one, think that means anything, or is a left leg just a left leg
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Now as I got along in years I did have all manner of things that challenged my shyness, most things I for the most part overcame, and mostly due to Mama pushing me.
Things like selling fine line of Christmas cards from the ad in the back of my comic books, newpaper persubscriptions (I thought that a clever ice breaker, though most folks never batted an eye), and candy, all door-to-door.
'Just get out, knock on the door, and ask, can't sell anything if you don't ask, and I sure ain't doing it for you', was pretty much the lesson, and by damned if she wasn't right...I got pretty good at it, always had a little jingle in my pockets and found I could always ask for a paid gig, you know, kid jobs, quite the little capitalist me, oh I was I was, cold hard lil' buckets o' ducats, that would beat shy anyday.
But now see that was doin' bidness my personal people skills however, that was something else entirely, crippling social shy ruled that part of me.
We moved a bit, five places and five different schools by the time I was a freshman, well, seven schools, suppose I gotta count the two I was thrown out of by that time
..hey one I was framed I swear
..no I was, really
...and I ain't no snitch, never was, never will be neither, least not to get my bacon outta the skillet, 'Nah I ain't spillin' and you can't make me, Sister Mary Fartama!..I was such a cute kid, but possibly also lacked some social, hmm, let's go with polish
...poor Mama, just between work work work and more work and me, she had her wee tired hands fulled up.
Anyway (my feets is a'ginnin to twitch a'might, yorns?), speed up to freshman year, a respected Catholic H.S., with a very respected football team, thus verrry kickin' after game dances, with really good bands and kids coming from all over, pretty big dances is what I'm sayin', and for a fairly bright knucklehead, it took me like a light second to figure, at these dances, there was gonna be chicks, mmm mm, babe-a-licious and oh so luscious, sweet smellin' smooove and soooft, chicks...but, but but, but then what do I do
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I be back, damn if it doesn't look like a customer, gotta restock 'em emotismilies anyway.....