Updated: Oct 3, 2020
I had a crush on the hottest guy in the school.
He had tan skin, green eyes, and a body like Jesus.
I was a Sophomore and he was a Senior. He sat at the hot senior guy table, but he wasn't like them. He didn't catcall. He did not play football. He was a stoner, and that made him even more attractive.
Through the grapevine, I heard his friend had a liked me. His friend looked like Charlie Brown, but again with the sickness. Anytime I heard that someone had a crush on me, (even if it was the fugliest human on the planet), a little bit of me liked them too.
How could I not like someone who liked me?
Charlie Brown was my weed man, and he had a funny personality. Not only was he entertaining, he'd smoke me out and hook my 1/8s up fat. I spent a fair amount of time with him, but I wasn't the only one. All our guy and girlfriends found at least one person from the opposite group attractive. It only took one phone call to bring us all together.
In an open conversation, Charlie told me that my crush was a pansy, and that he was dating a girl outside of our school. Sources confirmed that he had a girlfriend so I dropped that crush.
The more time I spent with Charlie, the more attractive he became to me. By the end of Sophomore year, we were "dating". He never once asked me to be his girlfriend, but he gave me enough to make it feel like it was something. I'm not going to say that drugs impaired my judgement, but I’d never date a guy like this if he didn’t have weed.
& I'm not going to say that drugs influenced my relationships, but this song resonates.