I’ve written about her previously and will provide a link to that poem below.

As I was saying: first? Perhaps, but certainly the most ‘crushing’ to my soul in my young life to that point.

There had been other girls that I’d fancied, ‘liked’, who’d swiped me to their ‘friends zone’, being sensitive to my feelings, leaving me resigned to that zone, without me feeling devastated.

But Antoinette was different. She snubbed me completely, refused not only to talk to me, but to ever even look directly at me or acknowledge my existence in any way.

I don’t know, but used to assume that at least part of it was because she was Greek, and I was just some little Xeno, poor-boy. I thought this because I  knew her brother, who was in some of my classes (this was jr High School). He was very stuck up (IMHO) and was only friendly with his Greek and Macedonian friends. There was a whole gruop (club) of them in my school. They, of course, had no problem with non-Greek girls… go figure…

But I digress. So, here’s the link to my poem about Antoinette:

https://simplegeezer.wordpress.com/2023/03/30/crush-on-a-greek-goddess/