More tales of high school

When I told you the story of the cute bus driver that may have liked me, I made allusion to the orchestra director and how he might have liked me. I feel that the time is right for that tale of woe. Ok, so there's no woe, but it sounded all dramatic and crap so I couldn't resist.
Most people know that I have weak wrists, due to tendonitis. This was not always so. They used to be strong like bull. And that combined with the massage techniques my mom learned in nursing school made me capable of giving a damn fine backrub. From what I hear. I never was able to give myself a back rub, so this is all second hand knowledge about my back rubbing skills. Anyhoo. My friend Cathy was a violin player, and she would get all tense, so I would give her backrubs. Well, one day, the orchestra director had a really sore back, and she said she knew just the thing, and got me in there to give him a nice shoulder rub, and it worked like the charm. He was pretty youngish, and pretty cute. Of course, back then I wasn't as shallow as I am now, so I'm not sure what I would think if I saw him again. He was uncomfortable at first with the idea, but he was in dire straights, so he caved. He liked it so much, that pretty soon, I was in his office most days after school giving him a shoulder rub. He always closed the shades and the door, but would only accept a back rub if Cathy was there.
Of course, we would talk while all this was going on, and we had very similar personalities. We liked the same things and had the same sense of humor, so we got along like gang busters. One day I noticed he was always singing when I came around, and it was always the same song, "I'm in the Mood for Love." I figured he just liked that song, but Cathy pointed out to me one day that he only sang it when I was there, or when he knew I was coming. Also, one of them (I don't remember which one) told me that I was very, very much like his first wife, both in appearance and personality.
So in my senior year, the orchestra was going on a field trip to somewhere, I don't remember where, and I expressed that I wished I could go there. He said that he could probably arrange it. He would justify it by saying that I was the orchestra masseuse. I thought that it seemed pretty iffy, and he and Cathy agreed, so I didn't go.
That's really all there was to it. When I was away at college, Cathy called to tell me that he had accepted a better job in Florida, and hoped to see me before he left, but he was leaving while I was away at school, so I wasn't able to go see him. I kinda wonder if he just wanted to catch up before he left or what. It seems like all my life the men that I've gotten along best with are either way too old for me or way too young for me. What's up with that?

The Latin club DID take me on their field trip to San Antonio because I illustrated their scrapbook for them. I was happening, it seems. The irony is, some of the clubs I belonged to in high school didn't give rats ass about me. I guess I didn't really find the right nitch. Ah, Mrs RS and that damn Latin club rabbit. She even signed my yearbook in Latin. I had to remind her I wasn't taking Latin. She told me to find a translator. How rude.