Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders; copyright 1967 Speak Press. Sorry this took so long; with school and everything I've been so busy. I promise I'll try and write more. Enjoy!
As I sat on the curb outside my house having a weed, all I could think about was something Pony said to me on the drive home. He said that I am only attracted to typical blonde greaser girls. Now this simply wasn't true; I hadn't always liked blondes. There was a time back when I was about Ponyboy's age when I met my first love. Her name was Rhonda St. Clair and boy was she a looker. She had the biggest bluest eyes I had ever seen and not to mention some pretty big tits. Her hair was long, wavy, soft, and-get ready for it-brown.
Yes, that's right, Rhonda was a brunette and a mighty fine one too. It took at least 3 months to get her to let me ask her out. Okay, I admit it, it actually took 3 weeks but man it felt like three months. I decided for our first date we should go to the diner for dinner to get to know each. Man, did that go over well; we'd each ordered a coke. I ordered my usual double cheeseburger and Rhonda ordered a salad. I told her she didn't need to watch her weight since she was just as pretty as ever. She laughed softly and said,
"Two-Bit, all girls have to watch their figure; otherwise we'd turn into blimps"
I couldn't help but burst out laughing and that pissed her off.
"So you think that's funny do you?" she snapped.
"N-no," I chuckled. "I-I j-just think it's funny that you described fat girls as blimps!"
"Oh so now I'm a blimp?"
"No! You're beautiful Rhonda!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, as beautiful as this cheeseburger!" I laughed.
"You know? If you really thought that I was beautiful you wouldn't have laughed at me or compared me to a piece of meat" Rhonda whispered. "Goodbye, Two-Bit".
And she left me there by myself wallowing in self-pity. Me and my big mouth, I thought. Usually it got me out of trouble and it was what gave me my nickname. But this time I really blew it. I broke Rhonda's heart with my stupid sense of humour. I vowed from that moment on never to date another brunette as it would only lead to trouble, hence my love of blondes. If Ponyboy heard this I'd never hear the end of it. Maybe I'd just tell the kid blondes were more fun…