I went to Christmas dinner today with my parents, grandmother and aunt...and for some bloody odd reason my first heartbreak was on my mind and I retold the story to my family, who'd never heard it.
I was 15, and my family had just moved to Orlando, Fl. I got a job at Disney World that summer before school started...serving pizzas at the Toy Story Pizza Planet restaurant.
We had to wear these ridiculous jump suits. Anyway, I'd been working there for several weeks when a new girl showed up to interview for a position. Her brother happened to be a coworker of mine. There was a homemade basketball court out back in the break area. I go outside on a break and see this beautiful young girl in a dress and heels shooting baskets by herself. I joined in and we started getting familiar with each other. It was an instant connection and I was smitten. The fact that she had braces endeared me even more to her.
Anyway, she'd interviewed and since her brother was working there, she would come hang out while waiting for a callback. During that time we started making out and going through a "thing". We weren't exactly an item, but we were damn close to it. I'd never really had a serious girlfriend at that point...I was fairly shy and didn't really approach girls, but there was something different about this one that forced me to act.
She got hired, so had to come back for orientation. She insisted on continuing to wear the skimpy clothes she'd been wearing before, so my hormones were in overdrive. This next part requires a little backstory...
Adjacent to the Toy Story restaurant was an arcade...in the same building.
You could eat, and then walk several feet and play games. One of the arcade employees and I were friendly...he was quite a bit older than me (early 20s) and alot more experienced. He sort of took me under his wing and we would ogle girls all day. The arcade employees had a back station behind one of those large skiing video games...where they could change clothes and keep their cash station for changing out tokens.
So the day of her orientation, it ran pretty late...the restaurant and arcade had closed and I was looking for her to get a little makeout session before I drove home. Her brother didn't know about us, and I preferred it that way. He was older and a bit hot tempered. I figured he'd find out eventually but liked her so much that I didn't care. Anyway, I went searching in the arcade and couldn't find her. As I was leaving to check elsewhere, I passed by the ski game and something caught my attention...
Very quietly and carefully I moved in for a closer look...I could see the guy I was friendly with sitting back and a head bobbing up and down below his stomach...The hair was hers...I could even see a bit of her dress. I was devastated. Thankfully they hadn't seen me, so I gathered myself up and dragged myself back to the restaurant, nearly in tears. You have to understand I wasn't experienced with girls, and I really liked her, and she seemed to like me...we had each other's tongues down each other's throats on a regular basis. Hell, maybe she had been blowing him for some time and was kissing me after she'd polished his dong! I'm a diehard romantic and back then I had a fairly thin skin and was hurt easily. I wasn't mad at the guy, because he didn't know I was seeing her...he knew of a girl I mentioned, but I didn't tell him her name or her exact description.
As I was going toward the back of the restaurant her brother came to me and asked if I'd seen her. Now here I was faced with an interesting proposition. I could instantly get my revenge by telling her hot tempered brother that I'd just seen her polishing the guy's knob mere feet from where were standing, sit back and watch the fireworks with an evil grin on my face... or I could be the nice guy and keep my mouth shut. I was a "nice guy" back then, so I didn't say anything. And just then, we both turned to see her rushing in from the arcade, flustered, and her bra strap hanging down. She looked at me and could see from my expression that I knew. Then she had an expression that I could only describe as deep shame. I was too upset to even speak to her, and that was that. Soon after I left for another job and never saw her again. She'd gotten a job as one of the Disney characters in costume so I didn't see her much anyway.