First off, I suppose some background information would be helpful.
Feather is a this super-cute, super-sweet, cool-as-hell chick that I met around graduation time back in '99. Cherubic face, blue eyes, blonde, somewhat curly hair that seems to defy gravity to some extent - Deadly cute.
I go through 3 years of Stevenson (high school) and didn't even know she existed till then. I hung out with her for a while at the Senior "All Night Party", and we exchanged numbers, but I never ended up calling her till near the end of my summer. I took her Cosmic bowling one night, and she was present for a tiny little "going away" bash I threw around mid-August.
I lost contact with her when I went to Michigan Tech, but while working at Best Buy in the summer of 2001, I ran into her again while I was on the clock. I got her number again, but promptly misplaced it. Which I kicked myself in the ass for all the rest of the summer.
Summer of 2002 rolls around, finding me at a lower rung, literally, ringing people up as a cashier at Meijer (24 hour superstore in the Michigan/Ohio area). I run into her there, this time, giving her my number, figuring she isn't the type to lose it.
Well, she is. I didn't hear from her all summer, and I pretty much forgot about it altogether.
So I'm up at the AMC Forums 30 tonite, and who do I run into but Feather herself. Once again, cute as can be, having just seen whatever sappy romance flick is out right now with her Mom. I give her my card, and after a little chit-chat, I say goodbye.
So, I probably won't see her for another 12 months, but regardless, this chick is weird.
As far as my intution tells me, she's totally not my type. She DRIPS sugar. But I think there's a point where someone is too sweet and too.....um....what's the word....peppy? Yeah, peppy works. She's ultra-peppy. Full of vim, smiling and blushing and giggling....it's cute, but it's almost annoying. I have the feeling she's the family type, and I'm the kind of guy who can't wait to move out so I can reduce the contact with my Mom to a phone call once a month. I get the inkling that's she's religious (unconfirmed though, time might tell), and I'm the non-theist.
And on that point, I really don't know anything about her. She went to my school, she's cool to talk to.....and that's just about it.
Yet at the same time, I still find myself incredibly drawn to her. So despite the fact her energy level makes part of me want to slit my wrist, it makes some other part of me work on stitching up the gash. Despite the fact that I have to know TONS about someone before even CONSIDERING them for dating material, here goes my nerves getting the best of me driving me to post stupid sh!t on an online bulletin board.
It's bizarre. And I'm really hoping she DOESN'T call, because I kinda fear it. I'm scared of her.
That's just NOT right. (apologies for my incoherancy)
Feather is a this super-cute, super-sweet, cool-as-hell chick that I met around graduation time back in '99. Cherubic face, blue eyes, blonde, somewhat curly hair that seems to defy gravity to some extent - Deadly cute.
I go through 3 years of Stevenson (high school) and didn't even know she existed till then. I hung out with her for a while at the Senior "All Night Party", and we exchanged numbers, but I never ended up calling her till near the end of my summer. I took her Cosmic bowling one night, and she was present for a tiny little "going away" bash I threw around mid-August.
I lost contact with her when I went to Michigan Tech, but while working at Best Buy in the summer of 2001, I ran into her again while I was on the clock. I got her number again, but promptly misplaced it. Which I kicked myself in the ass for all the rest of the summer.
Summer of 2002 rolls around, finding me at a lower rung, literally, ringing people up as a cashier at Meijer (24 hour superstore in the Michigan/Ohio area). I run into her there, this time, giving her my number, figuring she isn't the type to lose it.
Well, she is. I didn't hear from her all summer, and I pretty much forgot about it altogether.
So I'm up at the AMC Forums 30 tonite, and who do I run into but Feather herself. Once again, cute as can be, having just seen whatever sappy romance flick is out right now with her Mom. I give her my card, and after a little chit-chat, I say goodbye.
So, I probably won't see her for another 12 months, but regardless, this chick is weird.
As far as my intution tells me, she's totally not my type. She DRIPS sugar. But I think there's a point where someone is too sweet and too.....um....what's the word....peppy? Yeah, peppy works. She's ultra-peppy. Full of vim, smiling and blushing and giggling....it's cute, but it's almost annoying. I have the feeling she's the family type, and I'm the kind of guy who can't wait to move out so I can reduce the contact with my Mom to a phone call once a month. I get the inkling that's she's religious (unconfirmed though, time might tell), and I'm the non-theist.
And on that point, I really don't know anything about her. She went to my school, she's cool to talk to.....and that's just about it.
Yet at the same time, I still find myself incredibly drawn to her. So despite the fact her energy level makes part of me want to slit my wrist, it makes some other part of me work on stitching up the gash. Despite the fact that I have to know TONS about someone before even CONSIDERING them for dating material, here goes my nerves getting the best of me driving me to post stupid sh!t on an online bulletin board.
It's bizarre. And I'm really hoping she DOESN'T call, because I kinda fear it. I'm scared of her.
That's just NOT right. (apologies for my incoherancy)
