I meet this girl, and I'm digging her hardcore, in the second grade. I sat next to her in all of my classes. she was my best friend and my first real crush. We always shared a strange bond throughout the years, and I always thought fondly of her though I saw her less and less each year. In the fifth grade, my parents decided to transfer my brother, sister, and I to a new school, which was pretty devastating, and I always thought of her. That is, until I got to my new school and jumped in with a new mix of kids, all established in their warm community, all very curious, and all very anxious to know me. Dope.
College. My brother out of the blue one day asks if I know a so and so, this very, very attractive model (literally) who happens to sit by him in class, who happened to recognize his last name, who remembered me fondly. So I tell my brother to say hello for me, and that we should meet up and hang out some time. Creepy, I know, but I was curious. And then she adds me on facebook, and she is indeed gorgeous. We send a few emails back and forth, and this eventually turns into a full-blown back and forth novel exchange, as we both have TOO MUCH in common. So after a week or two of this, we decide to meet up.
I arrive at her apartment, one of the nicest apartments I've seen, with the best view of my city, and we meet for the first time since 4th grade. It was perfect. We walked to the pool and sat in the hot tub all night, talking, and we got cozy. She ended up in my lap, running her fingers through my hair (I am getting sappy, this is already sad and nothing sad has happened. SOrry, slap.) And the night was perfect. I walked her home as the sun came up, and I decided to play it classy and just give her a kiss on the cheek, and then I went home.
A few nights later, she calls me up. She is out at the bar, and she basically begs me to come, and apparently my friend Matt is there talking to her. Matt calls me up, and he sneaks off to tell me that she was saying that if we met up, the deal would be sealed, I would be in that poon until late afternoon. I run out to my car, and try to start it. And my car won't start. So I get frantic, start calling anyone to come pick me up, to help me jump my car. I knock on a neighbors door. no answer. I call my friend Matt. No answer. A few hours pass, and every 15 minutes I get a call from her, saying she really wants me to come out. Of course, she didn't have a car, Matt wasn't on my end of town, so I sat there in an increasingly angry stupor and eventually just fell asleep.
The next day, Matt calls me up and says the broad got wasted and he fingerbanged her and ate her out. And that was the last time I talked to her.