That reminds me, there was a girl on my block when I was growing up named Amy who used to chase me around and try to kiss me. I remember locking myself in the garage trying to get away from her.
In second and third grade, I remember being infatuated with a girl called Lisa, but Lisa wouldn’t pay me the time of day. For some reason (and perhaps I was just way ahead of my years), I decided that giving her a sack of cash during choir practice might change her mind. I literally fished through my piggy bank for all the Susie B and Eisenhower dollars and Kennedy half-dollars I could find (I think it was about $7 worth) and gave most of them to her as a “gift.” I really don’t recall my reasoning or where I got the idea from. Blame it on the TV.
Anyhow, she accepted it. I soon discovered the concept of “bribery,” as one of my classmates, sussing that something was off about this exchange, wanted to tell my teacher. So I had to give him a half dollar, too. And then I discovered the concept of “blackmail,” as another classmate, opportunist that he was, threatened to tell the teacher unless I gave him a half dollar, too.
Anyhow, by the next day, Lisa’s parents had told her to return the gift, the teacher had found out about the whole incident, and the bribe and blackmail money had gotten returned to me, as well.
I still scratch my head about that one, wondering what in the hell possessed me to think that was a good idea.