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By always and forever Date: 2008 Jun 14 Comment on this Work [[2008.06.14.09.09.10448]] |
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Listen up ladies and gents; I have a story to tell. Classic boy meets girl with an ironic twist. One day while headed home after a few hours of trying to study, boy notices an absolutely beautiful girl as he waited on his bus. She looks a bit young, so he decides against approaching her, best if he kept his distance and put her out of his mind. His bus arrives, and ironically enough she happened to be waiting on the same bus. As they walk alongside one another towards the bus, boy notices he had been mistaken…she wasn’t beautiful at all, she was a vixen! Who was unbelievably stunning. Now on the bus having been thrown a curve ball, boy is forced to rethink his evaluation of this peculiar dilemma he know found himself in; remain another face in the collage or risk conversation only to find out he’s a young R. Kelly in the making. After a few minutes of anguishing debate, he makes his move. She was young after all, but adult hood would arrive soon. He narrowly slipped through the cracks, and excitedly continued conversation. And she was absolutely amazing. Just as the bus nears her stop, boy offers his number and she accepts calling him as soon as the bus eases off the clutch. They chat a while longer before letting go, with promises of keeping in touch. Over the next few days, they text back and forth sharing laughs and kind words. Boy decides the sound of her voice would be much more satisfying and proposes a call. She accepts with a date for later on the same night. When boy can stand the anticipation no longer he places the call and hears…the subscriber you’re trying to reach is currently not serviced. Her phone was disconnected! Regrettably, boy carries on wishing to rendezvous with her once more. The wait was discomforting, but he soon got his wish. This time however, he was a bit suspicious, and not to mention self-conscious. Why hadn’t she called, she did have his number after all. No explanation often meant no interest; or at least that was the popular consensus. Determined to have her, he allows the chance for an explanation keeping in mind the fact that her phone bill had yet to be paid. He offered his number once again, and she readily accepted. This time, providing the pen. Months squeeze by, and not a word from his “I am woman” beauty. Yes this meant rejection…really and truly. He deletes her number and looks towards greener pastures, only to coincidently a month later, just happen to cruise past her. Against better Judgment, he painfully pulls over. “Hey, how’s it going? Have you forgotten my number?” She claims to still have it, and even remembers his name. The conversation dwindles, and she asks, “what about you, can you say the same?” He smiles, expecting the question, and opens his mouth. But ironically enough a cat had his tongue, and nothing came out! |