When I was emailing everyone I know to ask for their vote for the baby bump contest, I told Little Sis that I felt like I was running for class office again. I guess this attempt resembles my run for 10th grade class president, not 9th grade.
Yes my friends, I have experience in begging people to choose me over other contestants. In 9th grade, I ran for class president, and won! I won despite the fact that the popular kids didn't know I existed. I won because I was friends with all the little people. Great, now I'm offending my childhood friends by calling them little. But come on, you've got to know that we were known as the geeks, right? Well, we were. But I won anyway!
In 10th grade, I was confident that the people would call me to be their leader yet again. But alas, I was running against the hottest hottie in school... Zach Something. And man, was he sizzling! For my skit, my friends and I did a dance to La Cucaracha. Mr. Hottie Pants didn't prepare anything - he just showed his chisled features on camera and asked for votes. Vote we did. And my creativity was no match for his striking jaw line and dashing smile. I wouldn't be surprised if all my girlfriends voted for him instead of me. Heck, maybe I even voted for him! No one can be sure.
I should have learned from that experience never to run for anything again. I should have acknowledged my lack of popularity and allowed myself to morph into a wallflower. But no, I entered the radio contest. And I lost. And now, if you'll excuse me, I shall eat my feelings in the form of chocolate ice cream.