I am in seventh grade, and a new boy has started at our school. He is just adorable, with silky, blond hair and big blue eyes.
Of course I, like all the other girls, fall in love.
One day, while classes are in session, this boy and I both happen to have a hall pass to run some errand or other. I am on the third floor, headed down, he on the second, headed up.
So I think… I’ll make an impression; we can chat for a bit. I whip off my glasses (which I had just started wearing over the summer), and sashay down to meet my love.
And miss a step.
And fall down the rest of the stairs, ending right at his feet. Horrified, he asks if I am okay, and I CAN NOT SPEAK. I am dying of embarrassment.
After he figured out I was okay, we parted, but I literally did not, could not, speak to him for six months.