Before the big board crash I had this little thread called ’The cute pyjama pants wearing girl’ or something like that. When the board went under it disappeared along with my not so impressive post count. I never thought anybody would remember it, but apparently some people did. So I feel I own them the rest of the story since they cheered me on.
If you can’t stand teen angst, pointless stories and wimpy behavior turn back now before it’s too late.
Oh and this is a very long story, but this was a pretty big day in my life.
Incase you have no idea what I’m talking about here’s a quick rundown. You see there is this girl in my class I like and I think she likes me too, but I wasn’t really sure. I’m completely clueless when it comes to flirting and knowing when a girl likes me. I’ve had missed chances before. To me it appeared like we have something special together. But when I thought about it proper, well it just seemed so unlikely. I’m a scruffy looking skater rat, have you seen the movie Kids? I look like that kid Casper. If I were American I would probably say ‘dude’ and ‘gnarly’ a lot.
She on the other hand is a goddess. She’s so unbelievable beautiful, I have never seen anyone like her. She has shoulder length shiny black hair and pale blue almost gray eyes. She keeps her hair in a bunt for the most part and small wisps of rebel hair sweeps down her long swan neck. I like it best when she let’s her hair down though, she looks wild and sexy. She’s often late for computer and economic class in the mornings, and comes bursting in the door out of breath. Sits down yawning next to me with crazy sleep hair and wearing pyjamas pants, because she didn’t have time to change. I love that. Those white pyjamas pants are so flimsy and thin I can see if she’s wearing underwear or not. She isn’t. Nope. Never. I can’t help but stare, sorry. She’s always adjusting her wedgie in front of me too, I suspect she knows I’m watching. Oh yeah and I think I love her.
She has the same humor as I and she laughs herself silly of nearly every lame joke I make. She cracks me up too and she loves to play tricks on me, I’m really gullible and easy to fool. When I first saw her it was just ‘hot chick twelve o’clock’ but as I have gotten to know her over the last two years I have fallen in love with her. I can talk to her about books, current affairs, politics and other boring stuff my friends have no interest in. She’s so much smarter than me and it just makes her even more attractive in my eyes.
So anyways I started a thread where I listed some things she does that I thought might be flirting. I got a lot of “fool, if I was your age…” and threats of physical harm if I didn’t ask her out. So I did.
I asked her out.
I asked her to come with me to open house at this school we are both planning on attending next year. She actually said yes. After that I got a powerful surge of confidence so I bravely asked her out for dinner after the open house was finished. I just said it, my voice didn’t crack or anything. She smiled and said yes again. If I was nervous before asking her, it was nothing compared to what I felt afterwards. I even regretted asking her out for a while, and worried that I was developing an ulcer, at the ripe age of 18. The days leading up to the date was nerve wrecking and I could hardly eat or sleep.
The board crashed and I never got to tell those who cheered and threatened me forward on how it went, so here’s my long winded story.
The big day started out bad when I woke up and I couldn’t find my lucky underwear. This bummed me to no end and I took it as a bad omen. I’m not really superstitious but this was a special day. The plan was to meet up after the fourth period and go to the open house. She only has four hours on Wednesdays I have six so I had to skip the last two. Third and fourth period is gym. We didn’t talk much during the soccer and volleyball matches. At the end of the class she came over and told me that I had fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed and then met her in the parking lot. If I were late she would come into the shower and drag me naked around school. She didn’t have any classes left for the day as usual so she wanted to shower at home, were the water is actually hot. Apparently she never showers with the other girls, one good fantasy crushed right there.
We met in the parking lot and we drove to her house. She led me up to her room in the attic and went downstairs to shower. She has an entire attic floor for herself, it’s a bit narrow and the slanted roof is a bit low but it was a very cool place. The first thing I noticed after she went downstairs was about ten thongs and g-strings hanging for dry. Some of them were really exotic one even had a little bow tie on. Very cute. Still I kept my distance and walked around them in a circle, I don’t want to be that ‘guy’, you know. I sat down in the sofa in front of the TV and waited. Her bed was small with crisp white sheets and about a dozen teddy bears scattered in the corner. Above her bed was a large round window with outlook to a big tree. I imagined myself sitting on the branch dressed in Robin Hood clothes with a guitar serenading her on a hot spring night. Then I imagined myself falling down and breaking my arm, and her father driving me to the hospital. That’s when I noticed something disturbing, a huge Jon Bon Jovi poster. The Fraggle Rock and Voltron posters were cool though.
I started fantasizing about her coming up the stairs buck naked still dripping wet and soapy from the shower. With her jet black hair slicked back and her shapely breasts jiggling, she grabs me by the crotch and tosses me into the little bed with the white sheets. Teddy bears go flying and she jumps atop of me and proceeds to maul me. I waited some more. Finally she came upstairs smiling with a tray, wearing a small white tank top and a tight gray Addidas shorts. Most of her long smooth legs were showing. She sat down close next to me and told me she had called the school, and they had informed her that the open house didn’t start before five o’clock. The clock was only one. So she suggested that we should just hang out here and enjoy the sandwiches and tea she had made. We watched cartoons on the TV and goofed off for hours.
I made fun of her Bon Jovi poster and she made fun of the fact that she’s taller than me, and that one time she won over me in arm wrestling (she cheated). We both had laughter tears rolling down our chins. Suddenly she told me that she loved the way my hair looks, and called it Bruce Lee hair. I got carried away and blurted out that I liked her hair best when it was down. “Like this” she said and took of her hair band and shook her head about. I just stuttered and nodded “yes”, embarrassed as hell. Time passed and she went downstairs to get properly dressed, and I waited some more again. She looked so good all dressed up and she had kept her hair down to.
At the school we walked around from classroom to classroom and talked with teachers and gathered brochures and forms. We sat down on a bench waiting for the doors to the auditorium to open. There was this awkward silence and I desperately searched my brain to find something to say. I looked down and saw the difference between our feet, she has tiny girl feet and I have size 11 shoes. I’m only 5,7 tall so it looks a bit silly. I pointed it out and what followed was one of the strangest conversations of my life. I left this part out when I told it to my best friend for obvious reasons.
Her: Well you know what they say about boys with big feet.
Me: Um… no. What?
Her: You know…
She smiles and elbows me.
Me: You mean…
Her: Yes!
Me: Oh that’s not true.
I really didn’t think about what I was answering. I’m such a dork sometimes.
Her: Really! Wow you are really honest.
Me: ???
Her: It takes a lot of courage to admit to something like that.
Me: What?
Her: That you have a small penis.
Me: No I don’t!
Her: Don’t worry I don’t care about that, well unless it’s really small. Is it?
Me: It’s not!
Her: Relax, I’m just kidding with you. Besides I have seen yours like a hundred times before in gym class. You really shouldn’t wear baggy boxers under baggy shorts. It looked perfectly fine to me.
Me: …
Her: I’m just playing with you.
Then she laughed softly and hugged me and told me I was too cute. I was just stunned. They opened the doors and we went into the auditorium and listened to a professor drone on about something I can’t remember. She rubbed my back gently through out the entire thing, it was really nice. Afterwards I took her too this great pancake house I know about. She ate twice as much as me and tried to feed me hers. She had blueberry jam on her chin, and I didn’t tell her. We had a really good conversation and afterwards we drove home to her house again. We made tea and talked more. She was on her back in the sofa in her room with her feet in my lap. As we were talking she slowly pulled up her t-shirt, exposing her flat tummy and the top of her white underwear. She had her feet in my lap so I hope to God she didn’t feel anything moving. This was a tricky situation, but I think I handled it well. It got dark outside and suddenly the clock was past midnight, and this was a school night. She told me I could have slept on the couch if her father wasn’t home. She drove me home and gave me a hug and a wet kiss on the chin before I stepped out of the car. She smells so good. I felt drunk and I was swerving like an AK in Beirut up my driveway.
So ended my date.
We have done other things to since then and I like her more and more. If feel like we are getting very close. We are not going steady, but I’m not rushing anything, we are attending the same class next year at a different school. I’m going to ask her to this American prom inspired thing my school is holding in May. It’s not really my style but I think she would enjoy it. I can’t wait.
I spent an hour writing this in this tiny box so I hope I get replies. Oh and once again I’m sorry about the insane length.
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