| Girl 1: About a week later, I decided to go out. Go try and have some fun with another girl, try and get over Kristen, all of that so-called jazz. I had this friend at school Liz. Now before this year, Liz and I never even really talked. She never really interested me for some reason; she was just some quiet shy girl who just sat in class, didn�t say a word, but did speak only to her friends and when the teachers called upon her. She was in my Economics class, and I thought she was pretty for some reason. We did talk a bit at lunch now and then right before and around the time Kristen and I had parted; mainly because I had an interest in her friend who was new to the Portland area, and was attractive, but many found her very conceited and too good for everyone. Liz made a joke every now and then, and I laughed, sort of. I could tell she was attracted to me and I was completely ignoring it; for I was in love with Kristen. One day, I had passed her at her locker and noticed a picture of Richard Patrick from Filter hanging in there. So much for me being able to tell of a musical preference by appearance. That picture would instigate a conversation. �Hey, that�s Rich Patrick from Filter,� �Yeah, it is,� Liz turns and greets me with a big smile. �You like them, that�s pretty cool, I got to talk to Rich on the radio once,� �No way! That�s so cool and great, Jim,� �Yeah,� yeah it was I guess. Talking to famous people is something I am good at. �So, how�s you�re girlfriend ... Katie?� there�s a direct shot of her not giving a shit about her much. �It�s Kristen, and we broke up,� �Oh, I�m so sorry,� the sympathy rises in her voice. �Would you like my number, you can call me and we can just chat,� �That�d be great,� we exchange numbers, I head to study hall. That weekend, we met up at the mall after I get off work. We walk around there for a bit, before we head back to my house. My parents were there; I introduced them, they conversed before they headed out for the evening. Liz and I had the house to ourselves. Now, at this point, most people think that I would have taken advantage of the situation, try and make the move. Well I didn�t. We watched a movie, lied there on my couch and that was that. We picked on each other and that was it. It was after the movie, though, when the move was accidentally made. We were sitting in front of my computer, when I stood up and I just hugged her, and we shared a kiss. A very uncomfortable, weird feeling kiss. It was just like our lips touched; no big pucker up, exchange saliva and tongues, passionate kiss. It was then that I realized I was rushing into something I wasn�t ready for, moving on. A couple weekends later, Liz and I had a chat. A very heated and debated one. She was pretty much venting on me, about, well me. LIZ: �See, here I am, I gave you space, because that�s what I thought you wanted,� ME: �Well, yes, but--� LIZ: �I mean, I haven�t talked to you in the halls, I don�t call, write you e-mail�s,� ME: �Liz, it�s just that--� LIZ: �What Jim? I don�t get it! I just don�t understand why you can�t just move on,� ME: �Because I can�t! You�ve never been in a relationship before, Liz, or at least a real one! I�m not like the rest of the world where I can just drop my shit and just move on from a special moment. I have to take my time and make sure I am completely over it until I can fully move on. Maybe if you were in a relationship beforehand you might understand...� So, we stopped talking. Eventually I get bitched out for being me, that�s worst week of my life and later in the story ... that was first girl, well, second. Five more to go. |