The Bass The River Monologue

Sadly, I can connect to the narrator’s creepy crush. When I was in middle school, I had the biggest crush on a neighborhood boy. I guess you could have called me a low-key stalker similar to the main character in “The Bass, the River, and Sheila Mante”. The narrator had a very creepy and awkward crush on his attractive neighbor. He hid in the bushes during a party her family was having to watch her. He did everything in his power to get the girl to notice him by showing off his swimming and diving skills even if there was the just slightest chance she was paying attention. The boy would also watch Sheila in her bathing suit at the pool, admiring her figure. We can tell that his crush was both creepy and awkward because of the fact that he barely
even talked to her. When he did build up enough courage to utter a few words, he became nervous and stuttered frequently. The boy also would talk about completely random subjects that were not even in a close proximity to the subject he had originally intended to converse about. The narrator’s struggle to admit his feelings reminds me of my creepy and awkward crush a couple of years back.
I would rollerblade past his house with my dog everyday. Not only was it everyday, but four times a day. I had constructed a complicated path around my neighborhood that allowed be to pass his home multiple times, hoping he might glance out his window and notice me. I would also make several appearances at his locker every day at school. Now keep in mind that this boy’s locker was nowhere near mine. It was located in the specialist hallway on the opposite side of the school! Yet somehow I managed to walk down that entire hallway and arrive to class early during every single passing time. We also had a snapstreak meaning that we snapchatted at least once a day. He had basketball practice everyday after school and when he would drive home he would pass my house because we lived near each other. When he would snapchat me a picture of him in his car after practice, I would immediately go outside and play basketball (which I was absolutely awful at) in my driveway or complete lots of handstands in hopes of impressing him. Now I know you are probably thinking that I was the creepiest kid ever, but you have to give me some
credit. Those were well thought out plans for an eleven year-old. I would also like to point out that I dated that boy for five months. Of course it ended in tears and the terrible break of my sixth grade heart, but that was a lengthy relationship for middle school. Not only was I a total creep, but I was insanely awkward around him. I rarely talked to him in person because I was terrified that I would say the wrong thing. But when I did, I would stutter and have a mental freak-out in my brain. I also laughed at everything he said, and he was not even close to a comical person. I am not kidding you, he once said, “Can I borrow your colored pencils? I left mine at home,” and I laughed hysterically. What was wrong with me? That was not even funny! Obviously the narrartor and I were both creepy and awkward around our crushes. I am sure he looks back on those days and laughs with embarrassment as I often do.