The Trip To The Mall

The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.

There was a big plot to get Rachael and I somewhere alone together. Everyone who was anyone knew I was interested in her and one evening when we were all at the same table the topic of going to the Mall at Rockingham Park came up. Very quickly, everyone jumped on board with the idea but as soon as it was clear Rachael and I were in they all started remembering why they couldn’t go. It wasn’t subtle at all. It was embarrassing, but still we went.

Rachael and I went to the mall and we had fun but I think it was that night, or a night shortly thereafter, that she made it perfectly clear that we were friends and nothing more. It was disappointing, (this was my second failed crush in my young college career after all), but I dug the girl and I was willing to take whatever I could get.

A couple of interesting memories stand out. Rachael took me into the Gap for the very first time. The Gap was off-limits to geeks when I was in high school. You just didn’t go in there. But, she wanted to go in and I had to oblige. As the girls had taught me back in the day, if you were a man you did what the girl wanted you to do — even if she was just a friend.

Actually, I guess that’s the only real memory that stands out. We did do a bunch of other shopping but the Gap was the main thing I remember. That, and the fact that we were just friends.