Ronnie the Weirdo

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His name was Ronnie McGinley, but everybody in school knew him as Ronnie, the weirdo. Young people are supposed to be open-minded, but Ronnie talking about his taste for kink once was enough for most of the high school students to see him as a pervert, and to stay as far from him as if he were toxic waste. As for me, I was as outside of mainstream values as he was. I mean, if I played by their rules, I was just a fat, unattractive girl; if I shared Ronnie’s taste for kink, on the other hand, we could build a more interesting personality. Guess which side I chose.

It was tough, of course. Everybody likes to have friends in high school. But Ronnie and I only had each other. And no one invited us anywhere all through the three years we stood at Fairmont High.

Now, fifteen years have passed, and I was wondering how people would treat Ronnie after all these years. Actually, I must admit I was extremely anxious, for I had kept in touch with Ronnie all this time. And I didn’t want him to suffer or to feel as lonely as he did back then.

The point is that Ronnie showed up on time, and displayed great manners with everyone. He got involved in social conversation. Things were going well. However, Leopold, who never wastes an opportunity to be a pain in the ass, brought back the whole Ronnie, the weirdo stuff.

I was afraid of what would happen, but Ronnie took it calmly. He showed that he had brought a large bag of rope equipment with him, and offered to make a demonstration if Tina played bottom for him. Needless to say, Tina was Ronnie’s impossible crush during high school.

She agreed. They did the scene. And everybody applauded when they finished. I guess yesterday’s weirdo is today’s interesting friend.

As for Leopold, he must have left the party early.

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