A Look of Disapproval
I joined the reserve split option program and went to boot camp in the summer. When I returned to school, I was encouraged to wear my uniform once a month. The first time I wore it, a freshman girl who loved a man in uniform latched onto me and wouldn’t take no for an answer. It would’ve worked…except there was one problem.
I was 18 and she was 14. I tried telling her that dating each other wouldn’t even be allowed, but she had none of it. I got notes in my locker and on my desk waiting for me. She showed up at my car or where I’d grab lunch. Anyway, I turned; she was right there. Then, I heard she was telling her friends that we were dating.
She told them that we were a secret because I was concerned about our age difference. That got me really worried because I was afraid that she was suggesting that we were doing things that would get me in some serious trouble. When we did our in-school graduation ceremony, I practically sprinted to my car to avoid her.
But she was there waiting for me with her friend. Luckily, her friend was sane and knew her stories were lies, especially after I told the girl right there that there was no way we’re dating.
Three years later, I switched services and I was on leave. I volunteered at my recruiting office to have thirty more days at home. I thought I had finally escaped her, but I was so, so wrong.
I got sent to my old school to help a chief give a lecture on nuclear power to the physics students. The girl heard I was there and stormed into the room. She threw her arms around my neck and tried to kiss me yelling about how she was 18 and I could have her now. That chief flashed me a look of disapproval. It sucked. Story credit: Reddit