So, Roo. The way I asked her out was kind of neat, I guess. I was just sitting in class at the end of the day. Actually, this isn't a bad story. I was fed up of having such a terrible, terrible crush on a girl I had met in drama. It was interesting, because before that year in drama club, I disliked this young woman. Hate comes closer, actually. So I don't know. She didn't like me either, but our mutual animosity turned into something more when we each started to figure out the other. We found out that we were a lot alike. That year probably half the geeks in drama paired off. Everyone was just waiting for us to. Our respective psychosis' made us great candidates for each other. But anyhow, onto how I asked her out. Sitting in class, yes yes, perturbed, yes yes. The bell rang finally to signal the end of the day, and I said to Mexicasa, "I want you to do something for me. If I haven't asked her out by the next time you see me, you make fun of me as much as you possibly can." He agreed, and that was the motivation I needed to get something done. I went out to her locker. I waited and feared she had come and gone, but such was not the case. She showed, with a monkey friend of hers. I felt a quarter in my pocket and craved a popsicle heavily. Popsicles were fifty cents. I had a quarter. I decided that I would ask her for a quarter. If she had a quarter, I'd take it and go away to get a popsicle. If she didn't, I'd ask her out. I don't know why, but that's the decision I made. Kind of funny, eh? If she had a quarter, I might be a very different person today. Strange that so much would come to rest on so little. So...
"Hi... do you have a quarter?"
"Um..." searches her pockets... "no, sorry."
"Okay. You wanna go out with me?"
Nod nod nod. Gets out a pen, writes her number on my hand.
"Call me tomorrow."
And there so it happened, and we became known as the ‘match made in hell'. I saw her again that night, on my way to a rehearsal for a local show, and that was good (seeing her, not the show). We went out the next night and saw Trainspotting, and she cried. I'm still not exactly sure why, but it had something to do with the dying baby thing.
You know, I'd better stop there. I could write a whole book about her, and her and I. And it went on very happily for another year and a quarter, until distance and sexual urges got the better of her. Ask any of my friends. I didn't have a note of a problem in that time, not really. Not something that a night out with my friends and my Roo couldn't cure. Aww... Now I look back on most of it with a grin, the way every male looks back on his first (sometimes only) love. There's so many things I wish I had time to write about, and that would actually interest someone else enough to read them. But alas there is neither, so...
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