Up close and personal...
Here's a brief synopsis of the current situation. It will probably end up long anyway though the way my fingers work.
There's a girl that works in the mall at a stand right beside Journeys. She's a very sweet and beautiful girl and I usually talk to her when we're both working. She’s had a long-term boyfriend and when I met her I was pseudo seeing someone as well. I considered her a friend and someone I enjoyed talking to. As I said before she was a sweet and beautiful girl and as might be expected, I did develop a small crush on her. I actually didn’t find out until later that she was seeing someone, but in any case I never had any intention of acting on a liking. I saw them together one time and we talked about it after that in our many conversations. From what I gathered they would break up, get back together, then repeat the cycle. Even after I was out of the previously mentioned pseudo relationship I made no attempt at her. I had been in a relationship very similar to theirs and I knew how it went. I didn’t want to get involved in that kind of drama. On top of that I never knew if they were broken up or together and I have total respect for committed relationships and have had way to many assholes trying to take my girlfriend even when they knew we were together. I wasn’t going to be one of those assholes. I have more respect and integrity than that. So…time goes on. We talk at work. Nothing more. The break up, they get back together, rinse, repeat. I’m most likely exaggerating but you get the point. Anyhow, the time came when they broke up. They broke up for good. It seemed so. I was witness to some things that would lead me to believe so. I talked to her about it. She told me that was it. They were no more. They wouldn’t be getting back together this time. I heard all of the horror stories about him. Very admittedly, she deserves better than that. In any case, I still made no advances. I flirted, that’s what I do. We talk about the weekends upcoming events one-day and she tells me they’re going to the Library Lounge Thursday night and I should come out. I didn’t put much to it…she had said something similar another time in between their break ups. Well, Thursday evening rolls around and she calls me asking me if I’m going to come. I figure what the hell, why not. I’ve liked this girl. Her and her boyfriend are over. She seems like she’d be an amazing girlfriend. I’d be stupid not to take the chance. I went. Hung out with her and her friends. Most of them were drinking/drunk. She was. Four of us ended up drifting to Déjà vu. Not my favorite place but they wanted to go and I was along for the ride. By the time we arrived at the club she was very drunk. We were there for a bit and I ended up having to take her to a booth because she couldn’t stand up very well. We sat there and talked a minute and it was decided she needed to go outside. I ended up having to go back in and get the car keys from her friend so we could wait for them in the car. This was around 12:45. We got in the car. We talked for a bit. She fell asleep. This child was out cold. Now let me tell you something. I know guys. I’ve been in a locker room. I went to public school. Guys are ass. I can honestly tell you I know a lot of fucking guys that would have tried to take advantage of this situation. I didn’t. The thought never crossed my mind save for the fact that if it had been some other guy that might have happened and her friends were in the bar not giving a shit about what happened to her. Her friends did not come out until 5 minutes after the bar closed. I sat in the back of that cramped up car and let that baby sleep with her head in my lap. I just wanted to make sure she was okay. The night ended with me taking her back to her house out in BFE. I got up the next morning before work, went and picked her up, took her to lunch, took her to her vehicle which was at the Library, and then went to work. The following night I ended up meeting up with her and some mutual friends. To make it brief, a drunken good time was had and we decided that for lack of a place to sleep at the hotel room party we’d come back to my house. I’m not one to rush things and I had no intention of making any move. I have patience and in no way did I view this girl as merely a piece-of-ass, nor do I view any girl that way. We slept…nothing more. In reference to something that was said of me: If I was trying to get into her pants what would have transpired here? I suspect something more than sleep. The next night she was back at my house for movies. We did nothing more than go and eat and return to my house. Perhaps I was the moron here. Maybe I should have just been trying to get laid. Perhaps then this would have worked. I’m not that kind of guy though. Bah, I’m growing sick of writing. There’s a ton more but I’m going to try and make it as brief as possible. We went out a few more times. We talked at work. I was still hearing horror stories about when they did communicate. I could still see the relation to my old relationship. My guess is they were still sleeping together and I know better than anyone does when you do that, you’re going to get back together. I called her one evening to see what was going on and a guy ( I’m guessing him) answered the phone. I was quite surprised when he gave her the phone when I asked to speak to her. I asked if I was bothering to which the retort was no. I just told her I was calling to see what was up, what was going on that night, I didn’t know of shit going on. No response but I could hear her on the other line. Uncomfortable silence followed by me saying ‘Okay, well sorry I bothered you then…just wanted to see what was up." Nothing. I hung up. There wasn’t much more than that said. I haven’t talked to her since. I had no intention of talking to her the next time at work. I’m not going to play these juvenile games. He stood at her cart and stared me down the entire time. I won’t let this stupidity bring me down. I think it puts me in a better mood when he stands there glaring at me. I guess it’s because I know it makes his skin crawl to see me smiling and not giving a shit as I bounce around at work. One of the other store managers reported to me that when he left the mall this guy and his friend were standing at my car. I suppose they were waiting on me. Who knows…juvenile indeed. I would like to converse with him. Perhaps I should straighten this out…perhaps I should let it float. Indecision always gets the best of me. Anyhow, this post was spawned from the fact of someone saying I was just trying to get into this girls pants. I take that as a major insult to my character and integrity because it is far from the truth. Every bit of what I’ve written here is truth and I have not skewed it to favor anyone’s interest.
Sorry, my fingers don’t understand the words brief or short…