Sometimes we all used to go bowling, and as Paul had just gotten himself a used red Honda Accord from the money he saved from his part-time construction work, he was the one who drove us to the bowling alley.
I began to notice the way he sat on our couch, making googley-eyes at me. I began to notice the way he hung out in our living room, declining any invitations from my brother to go outside for a game. Small by small, Paul started to show up looking a bit too put-together for a game of basketball-no tee shirt and gym shorts. They’d be gone for hours, then afterwards they’d all stroll into the house, all sticky with sweat, their clothes clinging like Saran Wrap to their skin. Sometimes other Witness boys would join in. He and my brother would shoot hoops in the community basketball court. He would come over, also, on weekends, after field service was done, those hours of the day when we were no longer going door-to-door. Some evenings after school on days that weren’t Bible Study days, he would come over to the townhouse my family rented in Olde Hickory Village.
It was I who saw the resemblance to Brad. Mostly they thought he looked like Keanu. People in our congregation liked to say that he-say his name was Paul-looked like a mixture of Keanu Reeves and Brad Pitt. We were to be “no part of the world”).Īt first, he was really just my brother’s friend. He was 17, and a Jehovah’s Witness like us, which was why I was even allowed to be in close proximity to him (outside of school, my siblings and I were only allowed to spend time with fellow Witnesses. We were living in Lancaster, Pennsylvania then, and he was a tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed boy, a mix of Irish and American Indian and maybe German, and one or two other ethnicities. Certainly not the ones I saw in the movies. In this sense, I did not feel like all the other teenage girls I knew. In those days, I was lost in schoolwork and books, and in the routines of daily life, and anyway, boys were the last things on my mind. Or, maybe it was that I was 16, nearly 17, when I first took notice of a boy’s interest in me. I was 16 years old, nearly 17, when a boy first expressed interest in me.
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