"An Ode to my High School Crush"
I've read a number of books by Rainbow Rowell and always enjoyed them. She writes quiet, introspective, romantic, young-adultish novels with atypical protagonists. So, when I saw that Rowell had a new book out, Slow Dance (2024), I put it on hold immediately. Not surprisingly, I enjoyed this novel. It had well-written, flawed, believable characters, and a similar feel to her other books.
Cary, Shiloh, and Mikey are best friends in high school. But Cary and Shiloh have a special bond. He drives her home every day, and they are more often than not together. Shiloh is constantly bothering him, poking him, and touching him. But despite what seems obvious to everyone else, they remain completely platonic. The book jumps back and forth in time from high school, to college, to the present day.
It's only after graduation, when Cary comes to visit Shiloh in college, that things change. Cary has joined the Navy and made it through bootcamp, and he only has a couple of days to spend with Shiloh. Their relationship is suddenly no longer platonic, but they also don't know how to take things to another level. It seems impossible with Shiloh in school and Cary heading off to his first assignment in the Navy. Eventually their letters peter off, and shortly after that Shiloh begins dating. After her marriage to Ryan, another theater guy from college, Cary and Shiloh lose touch.
Fourteen years later, Cary and Shiloh see each other again at Mikey's wedding. So much has happened, but it seems their attachment to each other has not changed. The two have many misunderstandings and hurt feelings, but they're still very close. Unfortunately, things are even more complicated now. Shiloh has two kids, and Cary spends months at a time on a ship across the world.
I really enjoyed this book. Rowell's characters always feel odd and interesting, yet still like real people. I was rooting for them from the beginning. But what hit me--viscerally and immediately--when I read this book was how much it reminded me of the boy I became very attached to in high school. Let's just call him Matt.*
I didn't really get to know Matt until my junior year, when he was a senior. We were both in band. I can't remember meeting him, but we became friends and slowly started spending more and more time together. He was a genuinely good person, insanely smart, and a truly amazing piano player. I really admired him. He often drove me home, we saw movies together, he introduced me to amazing music I'd never heard before, and he helped me with my Physics homework.
I had a number of sweet, memorable experiences with Matt. One day he stayed with me after school (I can't remember what I was waiting for), and we were alone in the lockers behind the band room. We were talking and stayed so still that the automatic lights turned off. Then it turned into a game to keep the lights off. We tried moving very slowly, and inch by inch, rolling around on the floor. It was silly and ridiculous, and I had so much fun with him.
Even with the admiration and affection I had for him, it took a long time for me to realize I *liked* Matt. I think I struggled with low self esteem, so it was hard for me to imagine myself as anyone's love interest. Also, I was absolutely petrified of rejection. It didn't help when another young lady showed interest in Matt, and I couldn't imagine that he would ever choose me over her. Despite how comfortable I was with him and how close I felt to him, our relationship was always purely platonic.
One day, I thought I might risk everything and see if he wanted to go to prom with me. While he drove me home, I'd keep taking a breath and saying, "Okay"--trying to get myself to just blurt it out. But I couldn't do it. Another time, a mutual friend (but more Matt's friend) asked me if I was interested in Matt during Physics class. My knee-jerk, defensive reaction was, "no". There was no way I was baring my tender feelings to that guy in the middle of class.
When Matt began receiving his acceptance letters to colleges, we would drive by his house first to check the mail before he drove me home. I was so excited for him, but I was also miserable that he would be leaving me behind.
In the end, Matt got into Stanford, a school that did not accept me the next year when I applied. We definitely saw each other again, but I never felt that same closeness and potential for more that I had felt in high school. Even so, it took me forever to get over him, and I was pining for a ridiculous amount of time.
Rowell's book made me wonder what would have happened if we'd actually gotten together in high school. Maybe a real relationship with someone I liked so much when I was young would have been amazing--affecting the trajectory of my dating life forever. But it's also hard to imagine a relationship lasting through five or more years of separation as we went to different colleges. And if I was pining that badly for him and we'd never even kissed, I can only imagine how bad it would be if we'd been a real couple for awhile. Also, if we were too uncertain and immature to tell each other how we felt, maybe the friendship we had was perfect for the circumstances of our lives at the time. I might only be pretending it could have been better because it never actually happened to prove me wrong. (And it's also very possible that he just didn't like me.)
Since Matt, I have dated a number of guys who were varying levels of not right for me and not good for me. And then I found one that was both right for me and good for me, and we got married a couple of years ago. I haven't thought about Matt or all the angst of high school in so many years. However, the part of this book when Shiloh and Cary are in high school brought the memories and nostalgia back hard.**
*Because his name was Matt
**It looks like this has turned into one part review and five parts therapy, but it felt good to excavate and examine my feelings about this after so much time. Thank you for your patience.