It is a summer of the 1960's, the narrator and a Dartmouth crew of 20 year old guys are watching Sheila Mant, a 17 year old, sunbathing in the lake by her house.
WOW! She is so hot!
The narrator, a 14 year old, has a crush on Sheila. When she was playing softball, he decides to go to her lawn and ask her out on a date. He is frightened, but Sheila accepts.
Hey, there's a band playing in Dixford tomorrow night, you wanna come?
Um, we'll go by canoe...
You have a car? Yeah sure!
Uhhhh, its faster this way because of parking...
The narrator picks up Sheila from her dock, to go on their date. Sheila had a dubious expression and was not impressed by the canoe.
Look, I can get Dad's car...
This is so lame!
On their way, they hear a loud splash that turns out to be a bass. The narrator's dream is to catch a bass, but Sheila was not interested in fishing. He has to decide between Sheila or catching the bass.
The loud splash is a bass!
Ew, I think fishing is so dumb! Like, it is so boring!
The narrator decides to leave the bass and stay with Sheila. They arrive and the band is performing; later, she rejects him and leaves with Eric Caswell in his corvette. He was upset and uninterested in Sheila.
You know what? You are a funny kid, but I'm leaving in Eric Caswell's awesome corvette!
The narrator regrets not pursuing his dreams of catching the bass because of a girl and the memory of the bass will haunt him forever. He learns to never sacrifice his dreams over somethings that is not important to him.
UGH, i should have catched that bass! But, now i know that there will be other Sheila Mants in my life, since there are plenty of fish in the sea and I will never make the same mistake again.