Let’s flashback to the beginning of my freshman year of high school… which was not too awful long ago, considering I’m a junior starting this fall. We’ll call him Bill.
Oh Bill, what a lovely soul. He was one of many in my circle of friends and a little on the crazy side. And that makes me wonder, “Is that why I liked him?” He was a year older than me, drove recklessly, and dipped snuff while we were in school. How attractive. But, nonetheless, he was a cutie. He had dark hair and these unimaginably deep-sea blue eyes that stood out against a crowd of thousands of kids every morning in that vast courtyard. And every morning, he would stride over to me in his worn out cowboy boots to give me a hug. He had this southern drawl in his thick voice with that, “Good mornin’, beautiful,” smile. I loved it. And I liked him.
This strange attraction never went very far. Having a dad who was all too overprotective over his only child, a girl at that, made me a bit skittish to date anyone, especially Bill.
But, about two months after I met him, my best girlfriend, Cheryl, showed up at my front door, unannounced. She says, “Hey! Come out to the road. I’ve got a surprise for you.” What the hell? Why couldn’t she bring whatever it was to my front door? So, I hesitantly skittered out to the road to find Bill sitting in his dusty white pick-up truck, blue eyes and all. I quickly whispered, “What is he doing at my house? Are you guys trying to get me killed?”
I walked over to his open door and gave him a quick hug. “What are you doing here?” I said. And from his lips escaped those few little words any girl will fall over: “I came to see you.” And with that, we kissed. It was my first kiss… and it was nice. It was almost like one of those superbly corny movie endings, complete with a sunset at the end of the road. It couldn’t have been perfected any more.
Cheryl called me later that night. “He said he’s going to go out with you! Aren’t you excited?” And I was, but I think she was more ecstatic than I. Having a “man” never has and probably never will mean the whole world to me. On the other hand, Cheryl always fell over the guys, and I just wasn’t in that mindset. I was always there for her during the break-ups. Seeing where relationships end makes you want to care more for your friends, family, and what you want in life than having a guy. Not to say I don’t think it’s nice, it’s just not top priority for me. But, that’s just my theory.
The following week at school brought no contact between Bill and me. I had come to find out he actually had a girlfriend while he was attempting to court me, and he now was not going to break up with her. Thanks a lot, a**hole. A sweet talker, but a liar and a cheater; nice catch! Needless to say, it’s good thing I stuck with my theory.
