It’s the hope of something like this happening to me that makes me (sometimes) wish I were still single. Good luck.
By the way, I am happily married.
Where the hell is the “crying/smiling” smilie now that I need it.
Keep us informed.
Kiss her.
Holding on to a woman is like holding on to jello. To light and it slips away, to hard and is squshes threw your hands.
No, I’m not in a relationship. Why do you ask?
That is a terrific story, my man. Best of luck to you, though it sounds like you’ve got your head on right about this. The best relationships are those between friends, and it sure sounds like you and she are.
Thank you for sharing.
I would have been way too shy to do any of what you did when I was in HS.
Skewbald, you are my new hero.
Beautiful story! I’m so happy for you! Keep us updated…
Awwwww…
This is just simply darling. I hope the best for the both of you. She sounds like a wonderful person.
Sniff
Excuse me, I’ve got something in my eye…
Hey, sweet! 
Yes, the wearing of her hair down when you said you liked it is a big thing. Sounds like a really great relationship. I hope it keeps on growing.
Keep us posted. And when the time is right, kiss her, for God’s sake! 
Great story, Skewbald, I am glad I asked for the follow up - it sounds like all of the cool things a new relationship can be and can make you feel, which I remember and look back on a lot.
I think WhiteLightning has a point regarding the kissing stuff, but given how impressed I am with your moving beyond the anxiety-induced paralysis to actually asking her out and going out with her, I don’t want to be negative.
Please do keep us posted.
Nothin’ but love for ya, Skewbald.
Oh, and don’t worry about that post count thing:) Respect comes with quality (viz your OP), not quantity (viz my posts;)).
I was on the edge of my seat the whole time I read your post. I’m all tingly! **PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, keep us updated! **
Damn, it’s great to read a thread like this. There have been a lot of threads on these boards about the horrors of school, gym, dating, etc… this is is the first thread I’ve ever read here that makes me want to be there again. What a joy. I hope things continue to go well.
Sometimes the good ones do win. You’ve given a dose of hope to this old cynic.
Good for you, Skrewbald!! I’m glad some of us menfolk have luck with women.
dude, keep us updated.
Bon Jovi???
Run, man, Run as fast as you can.
O.K. I’m kidding. It’s funny how we can tell you really like this girl, just by the way you describe her and tell your story. She sounds like quite the catch. Best of Luck to you.
Oh Yeah, and KISS HER!!! Flowers too. They’re always nice.
Wow. Congratulations, this sounds like something great.
Good luck, although it doesn’t seem like you’ll need it.
Yeah, I want to make it clear (just in case) that I wasn’t trying to be negative about the kissing thing. I’m overcome with happiness about the whole affair.
And, while I’m here, that was you WordMan? I’m glad you asked for a followup too. Big ups to you.
I’m stunned by all the positive responses, thank you it really means a lot. I truly love this place. I’m sitting in my room blushing into my teacup.
I have started wearing tighter underwear in gym, just in case. I’m still not certain that she was joking when she said she had seen my penis a hundred times during gym classes. I used to wear big open boxers before and she has started to call me ‘big boy’ occasionally when no one else is around. Sure it could be a cool nickname, but there’s just something about the way she smiles when she says it.
Also I feel like I need to defend her Jon Bon Jovi poster (I can’t believe I said that). She claims she has had it on her wall since she was twelve. I believe her, sort of.
And yes her pyjamas pants are that revealing, especially in sun light.
And yes I should have kissed her back then, but I’m shy.
As for updates I can say it’s going really well between us. We have had four more dates since, each date more and more intense and interesting. I’m really long winded and I type slow so I wont go more into them. On our last date one week ago as we were hugging, I kissed her for the first time rather clumsily on the lips. It was two in the morning and we were standing waiting for my bus, and I felt this sense of urgency and I just did it. I have kissed her on the chin before, but this was different. She kissed me back more skilfully, and she bit my lower lip. In a good way. Then she took my hands and placed them firmly on her ass. I just held them there, paralysed in a state of spine tingling joy and complete and utter terror. “Squeeze” she whispered and I did. Then she pressed her crotch against mine hard and kissed me again. Then the stupid night bus came.
I was actually shaking on the trip home, this is the most intimate thing we have ever done yet.
So yeah I’m pretty sure she likes me too. It just took some time for me to get it into my thick little skull.
Last Wednesday in gym class was something truly special. I got tackled pretty hard in a soccer game and twisted my ankle. She sat down next to me and comforted me. She had her hair up and lose strands of soft hair was sticking to her damp face and neck. We sat alone in the empty gym as the rest of the class was herded into the weight room. I wanted to reach out and touch her lips.
After goofing of for a while we got up and headed for the weight room. In the empty hallway she stopped in front of me, pulled down her sweatpants, bent forward and mooned me. She was wearing this white cotton thong that was deeply separating her cheeks. Her firm butt was drenched in small beads of sweat, okay I’ll stop before it get’s out of hand. She pulled her pants up and gave me a wicked grin. I don’t know what possessed her so I did the only thing that seemed logical during such an event. I mooned her back properly, no thong on this boy. It was about ten times faster than her session though.
Her: Oh my God! You have the whitest ass I have ever seen!
Me: No I don’t!
Her: I’m just kidding. It’s almost as cute as your little thing.
Me: …
Then she hugged me and whispered gently in my ear.
Her: Are you afraid of me?
Me: I am now!!!
Her: You should be. Come along big boy let’s go outside in the sun instead.
I’m glad nearly no one uses that hallway. So we skipped weight training and went upstairs in the cafeteria and bought cool orange juice. Then we went outside in the sun. We sat on the bench, in silence. Both slightly embarrassed by the mooning, I was at least. There was this dance class doing moves on some mats put out on the grass lawn. Even though it’s spring and the sun shines it’s still rather cold outside in my country. She whispered and pointed out to me the leotard clad dancers that had visible nipples. I don’t wear glasses and I have poor eyesight so I couldn’t really see it but I nodded and thanked her for the information. She started talking about this trip she was taking to Portugal with her family in the Easter. I told her that I could need a tan myself and pulled up my pants leg. The conversation went from my hairy legs, to hobbits, to me clumsily asking her to see Lord of the Rings with me. She smiled and blew a strand of hair from her face and told me she would love to see it again. I already knew she was a big fan of the book. We arranged to see it on Tuesday this week after on of our exams. Heh… I hope it’s still running.
I’ve still haven’t bought her a gift yet. Yesterday I was in a record store and I remembered that we have talked a lot about The Dismemberment Plan. It’s her favourite band and I really like them too. I was about to buy the album Emergency and I, but suddenly I felt like Travis Bickle. That’s not a good feeling. You know that part in Taxi Driver where he learns who Cybil Sheperds favourite band is and buys her a record. This is her favourite band so off course she already has it, and then he takes her too a porno movie. I put it down and walked away.
Right now I’m mentally preparing myself to ask her to this school dance/prom thing that my school is holding.
Blast! I meant to say she was talking about this trip to Portugal she had been on in the Easter.
Dude.
don’t worry about the Travis Bickle factor. to quote Spinal tap:
“its a thin line between Genius… and Stupidity”.
Make her a mix tape. Its a personalized present, and will give her an idea of what you like and what you are like.
There are suggestions about buying her flowers. buy her one flower. give it to her first thing in the morning, so that she has a reminder of you all day. At the end of the day, ask her to the prom. when she says yes (and she will say yes) kiss her.
She is flirting MADLY with you.
You have the testicular fortitude to do this, and do this well.
Step up my friend.
:eek: I should say so!
Listen to Twisty.
[sub]The Dismemberment Plan rocks![/sub]