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After that, my ‘weirdness’ factor seemed to grow exponentially among my peers. You’d think that being the child of a local celebrity would make my life easier, right? Wrong. So very wrong.
    Once it was figured out who my dad was, I was pointed at, whispered about more than usual, and overall avoided. Unless they wanted something. I remember one time there was a concert coming around and his radio station was giving away tickets. Suddenly, I went from sitting alone reading a book at lunch to having about forty people trying to cram around the table I was sitting at, prepared to be my new best friend.
    I remembered that one time a year ago I got asked out on a date. My first date. Matt was one of the cutest guys in the school, and I’d had a crush on him for just about as long as I’d been at that school. I couldn’t believe it when he asked me out. I thought finally, finally my luck was turning. Mom and I spent so much time finding the perfect outfit. I even went to get my hair trimmed for the date and a little makeup lesson. Mom was in seventh heaven seeing me act like a normal girl. I couldn’t lie, I was enjoying it too.
    He was sixteen and had a license, so he came to the house to pick me up. He went all fan-girl when he met my dad. He proceeded to spend the next thirty minutes telling my dad every part of his show that he loved. I was standing there, ready to go, looking better than I ever had, and he didn’t even acknowledge that I was there. Finally, my dad managed to encourage Matt to leave with me. This is where the date should have improved, right? In my head he was going to hold my hand, compliment how nice my hair looked. We would hold hands as we walked into the restaurant. At the end of the night, he would give me my first kiss. That was how it was supposed to go.
    Instead he walked over to his side of the car as I stood in shock. Wasn’t he supposed to open my door for me? He leaned over and opened it from his side, pushed the door open so hard it almost hit me in the knees.
    “C’mon, get in.”
    I shook that off a bit, and climbed into the car, careful not to mess up my outfit at all. I could believe that he hadn’t bothered to clean out his car. So I was sitting amongst sports equipment, soda bottles and a few fast food bags, trying not to gag at the smell of his cleats in the back seat. I would have thought he’d have cleaned the car for our date. He should have done that. Or at the very least, put everything in the trunk so that I had the impression that he tried.
    I decide to ignore it, chock it up to him being a teenaged boy and obviously a little clueless as to how to romance a woman. I smiled at him across the car, mentally willing him to reach over and hold my hand. He gave me a half smile, turned on the car and started driving. He barely said a word to me until he started asking me about my dad and the famous people he must have met in his life. I answered the questions with enthusiasm at first, but it didn’t take too long before I was starting to get really pissed off. I tried to relax, this being my first date ever and all. Maybe I was in the wrong. Maybe this is what most first dates were like. Maybe I’d watched too many romantic movies, so the bar had been set way too high.
    I was shocked when he pulled up to the Burger World downtown. Really? My first date ever was going to be at a greasy fast food restaurant with questionable meat products making up their hamburger patties? I got a new outfit and had my hair done for a fast food dinner date? Looking around Matt’s car, I got the impression he was quite the regular.
    He got out of the car and started walking towards the restaurant, leaving me in the car. He stopped, finally, when he realized that I was not walking next to him. Turning, he gave me the ‘are you coming, or what’ look. I scrambled out of the car, and shut the door much harder than was necessary. I was afraid to order, because I didn’t bring any money, and I