Arg, so there’s this girl right? (There’s always a girl), and I know her from high school. We went to the same church, you might say (well, because we did). We had a nice raport going, friendly casual conversation back and forth. At some point, I decided this girl was pretty cute, and I should go ahead and ask her out. I did this during a summer day camp at the church, while dressed up as Goliath (well, as dressed up as it gets for a Catholic church’s summer day camp). No doubt impressed by how skillfully I took the fall so a four year old kid could take me down with a slingshot, she agreed to go see a movie with me.
Anyhow, that’s not too important, we dated off and on during my senior year, she joined the Army and I went to college. Six years later, I’m in the Air Force and we happen to find ourselves fortuitously placed near each other in Texas while I’m on leave. I go down to Dallas visiting some other friends, and she drives for an hour or two through Dallas I-35 traffic twice to come hang out with me during the week.
Night or two ago, we’re out bowling and playing pool, and chatting about whatever. We chat about various stuff, joke around, mainly have a good time. It comes to my attention that the innocent churchgoing girl I dated in high school wasn’t ever quite as innocent as I assumed she was, and has had a healthy sex life since joining the Army. I also learn that I was the first guy she dated who was in her own age group (go me!).
So, I don’t make any moves because, well, I don’t exactly know HOW to “make a move”, and due to various ways in which she is either more confident or more experienced than me (heck, I’m just out of tech school in the Air Force, and she’s finished her second enlistment contract in the Army).
I decide, eh, no biggie, I’m off to visit my friends from college, including a very cute nerdy girl who I dated some years back who has recently ended up single again (go me!). Now that I’ve spent an evening with her, I realize that she doesn’t hold a match to the other girl, and I feel like a jerk because of it (one girl makes me feel like a rube, the other makes me feel like a cad, go me!), and it hits me: I’ve gone retarded again (and for another girl in uniform; what the heck is up with me?)
So yeah, I like the girl, I’ve got reason to believe that, despite the indications that she’s out of my league (beautiful, confident, she’s traveled around the world, heck, she even outranks me in the military) that she actually does seem to like me (multiple long drives through Dallas traffic to hang out with me, the whole me being the first guy her age that she dated, etc.), but I have no idea where to go from here. I don’t know how well it would work for me to call her or email her with “Hey, you’re pretty, and you make my brain into giggity giggity goo” will work, especially a day or two after leaving town.
In short, yeah, go figure, I’ve gone retarded for a pretty girl. Must be a Friday.