Early in my dating career, I saw a girl I had known from summer camp. Although I can’t remember if it was my first or second year of high school, I was young at the time. We had scheduled a Saturday night movie at the Mercer Mall Cinema which no longer exists. My father drove me to her house in Princeton to pick her up.
We arrived a little early, and her family was just finishing Havdalah. My father and I stood and watched as they performed the family ceremony, and afterwards our families made their introductions. Of course I didn’t remember any of this, and perhaps I didn’t know it at the time, but her father was a Princeton University professor who, among other things, eventually received the National Medal of Science from President Bill Clinton. Her mother was also a professor (of astrophysics) at Princeton.
Their daughter was Orli, and we flirted. I still remember the drive home from the movie with my father driving and the two of us flirting (just flirting) in the back seat.
A few months later, we went on another date—at least I thought it was a date at the time—to see Pippin at her high school. I thought it was going well until she decided during intermission to sit with some other friends, leaving me to sit by myself. Maybe I was supposed to go sit with her, but it didn’t seem like it at the time.
But that wasn’t the only time I felt ditched by her. Once we went into New York City with a bunch of her synagogue friends to deliver meals to the elderly. When it was time to head back to Princeton, she decided to stay in New York with her friends, something I wouldn’t have been able to do. So I rode the bus home alone.
After these events we talked on the phone one more time. I was so hurt. She asked for my forgiveness. How could I refuse? She was such a cute, sweet girl.
Apparently she went to MIT, had a perfect 5.0 GPA, received a Marshall Scholarship to study at Oxford University, and a few weeks ago spoke about Tuberculosis.
I just thought I’d give everyone an update.
How do you get a 5.0 GPA? Is that like A+++?
This is just more evidence supporting my theory that mean-spirited and self-absorbed people do get ahead of everyone else… I’m still holding to my New Year’s Resolution: Be the biggest primadonna b!tch. If I don’t get what I want, I’ll just cry and make everyone feel bad, but I’ll never consider anyone else’s feelings. If someone doesn’t kiss my @$$, I’ll tell everyone they’re just mean and spiteful and make everyone turn against that person.