My Love Story
Comments (0) This is my love story, how I remember it. The reason this matters so much to me is because IÂ?ve always been a sticker when it comes to girls. Every girl IÂ?ve met has always felt too stupid or too whorish to even approach in a Â?relationshipÂ? sort of war. This time is was different. It was probably a lot more awkward that IÂ?m writing itÂ?
I met her at work, when I used to work at K-Mark during the morning shift. I was trying to make some cash during winter break my senior year before IÂ?d go off to college. She came in, and I saw her wandering down isles apparently looking for something in particular. She was so beautiful, I was reluctant to approach her, but when I did it wasnÂ?t as I expect it would be. Our conversation went something like this:
Â?UhmÂ? heyÂ? looking for something in particular?Â?
She turned to me, seeming to snap out of a trance. Â?What? Sorry. I wasnÂ?t listening.Â?
Â?Oh, um. I was wondering if I could help you find what youÂ?re looking for.Â?
Â?Yeah, IÂ?m looking for this sledÂ? like, that I used to have, and I loved it because it just felt likeÂ? it was like gliding, or like, hoveringÂ? in the snow and all.Â? Fumbling, she made this sheepish grin that IÂ?ll always remember her for. It was childishly cute, with the cutest dimpled, and some stunning deep autumn-colored auburn eyes to match her glossy hair. IÂ?ve personally never much liked brown eyes, but these felt like they had something more to them.
Completely taken aback by the beautiful girl standing in front of me, I said, Â?WellÂ? IÂ?m sure there are a ton of sleds out there that make you feelÂ? umÂ? that way.Â?
She laughed at the way I could barely formulate a sentence. I added, Â?YeahÂ? lol.Â? (Yes, I said Â?lolÂ? out loud, pronounced Â?lawlÂ?, and yes, I did regret it.) Â?Do you remember any of the name of the sled you liked?Â?
She frowned the cutest frown. Her cherry red lips puffed out in a pout and the freckles on her nose squinched up a bit. **** she was cute.
Â?NoÂ? I just remember it had, like this kinda nose to itÂ? it was pointedÂ? and the back of it split in two sort of likeÂ? a ribbon!Â? she exclaimed, excited by remembering this fact for no apparent reason.
Oh my god, I thought. I have this exact sled, IÂ?m sure of it.
Â?Was it calledÂ? umÂ? **** I know this!Â? We laughed. Â?Oh! Dude, was it called the tomahawk?Â?
She didnÂ?t seem to have any recognition associated with the name, and it felt as if my hopes and dreams had been shattered.
Â?UmmÂ? all I know is what I told you,Â? she said with a smile. I smiled back so hard that it hurt.
Â?Well, unfortunately all we sell are these crappy littleÂ? I think they call Â?em Â?LugesÂ?Â? in the front of the store. I definitely wouldnÂ?t use one though.Â?
She frowned again. That same, cute little pout.
Â?IÂ?m sorry I couldnÂ?t help,Â? I added.
Â?No, itÂ?s okay. I just likeÂ? wanted to sled before the snow went away. I donÂ?t really have anything to use.Â?
Â?IÂ?m sorry,Â? I said again, shuffling my feet, Â?Can I help you with anything else?Â?
Â?No IÂ?m fine,Â? she said, giving me a fake smile. I felt defeated.
She turned and started walking away, but after a few seconds I called out, Â?Wait!Â? I remember jogging over to her, even though sheÂ?d probably only walked about fifteen feet.
Â?You have the prettiest smile, and I canÂ?t help but notice how it rubs off on me. I get off work at 2:00, and I want to go sledding with you. IÂ?m positive I have the sled you likeÂ?Â? I added, feeling my face redden.
The five seconds she took to respond felt like a lifetime. Then she smiled and said, Â?Sure. I mean, why not? Here, let me give you my numberÂ?Â?
YEAH! HOLLLLLYYYY ****! Sledding date with a ridiculously cute chick. I donÂ?t think IÂ?ve ever smiled so much in my life.
She gave me her name and number, and I punched it into my phone. Then she texted me her address, and surprisingly the street was pretty close to my house. I remember as she walked out of the store, I did a little victory dance, stupid as it sounds.
The second I got home from work, I mapquested her address, then I walked out to my garage to look for Â?the Tomahawk.Â? It took some heavy lifting, but I found it, an old rusty sled that didnÂ?t work, my old snowboard under a crap load of wood, and a few other mediocre sleds. I threw them into my car and headed off. Skipping to the old hill behind the school where I used to sled as a kid, the sun was setting and the sky was fading from red to orange, with dark blue and purple tips just over the horizon. I looked to my right and she was there, looking right back at me with those deep brown eyes. Her cherry red lips parted into a smile, and her hot breath turned came out in little visible puffs as she put her hand in mine and smiled.
We sledded and flirted for an hour and we were cold and tired. We went back to the top of the hill and just sat on the sleds, probably for around half an hour, just talking, watching the light fade from the sky, remembering when we were kids having fun on the same hill.
Soon, when the light was almost gone and it was getting cold, I said, Â?So, itÂ?s pretty nippy out. My house is just around the corner, want to come inside and warm up? We could watch a movie or something.Â?
Â?Sure,Â? she said, melting my heart yet again with her perfect smile.
I drove us back to my house and almost got stuck in the snow twice on the way there. I fumbled with the keys at the door, freezing, but when we finally stumbled inside, I heated up some water and made some instant cocoa for both of us and we both sat down on the couch.
We had a little argument over which movie to rent from on-demand. There werenÂ?t a lot of good movies to pick from, and it was between 500 Days of Summer, which I hadnÂ?t seen, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind, one of my absolute favorites, but a movie that she didnÂ?t know about.
Â?But Eternal Sunshine is amazing! Besides, IÂ?m not really in the mood for a chick flick,Â? I said.
Â?But itÂ?s NOT a chick flick. And itÂ?s the cutest movie ever!Â? she replied, her cheeks flushed red, looking a little angry. That angry face melted my heart. I couldnÂ?t help but agree.
Actually, the movie was really good, but we barely made it past the title screen. We were sitting on the couch, holding hands, and aroudn the time in the movie where they first kissed… well, at this part in the movie, the main character and his girl are in a copying room, and she just randomly walks up to him and they start making out. So I turned to face my girl, and she turns to face me, but I notice that the scene in the movie is practically over, so I just look at the screen again.
Then she takes my hand, and with velvety soft finger tips she laughs, and tells me to pause it for a second.
Before I knew it, he soft lips were pressed against mine. "I told you it was good," she said, smiling down at me from above, her hair falling down on my face like a waterfall. **** i was so thirsty… We stayed like that for a while, smiling, looking into each other’s eyes, just taking in the moment. Before we knew it it was really late. I asked her to stay and she said that she wouldn’t mind at all.
I got up to go get a blanket, and I stretched the couch out into a futon and we fell asleep there together. I can’t believe I actually dozed off.
My heart was fluttering the whole time.
I awoke for just a second or two with her lying on my chest, tickling my chin with her fingertips. I looked down at her, and she hid her face from me, looking ashamed to have woken me up.
She looked back up at me. "Sorry I woke you, It’s just the noise from outside… It woke me up." Upon listening, i noticed that someone outside must have been shoveling their car out,and making quite a bit of racket doing so. It was 4:30 in the morning.
We layed together, cuddling, kissing, listening to the plastic scrape against the icy pavement and the few early birds that decided to sing before dawn. It seemed like an eternity, the happiest eternity of my life.
Sooner or later though, i fell back asleep.
I woke up what seemed to be about three hours later. She was gone.
I looked about the room, checked the bathroom, checked the kitchen, but she wansn’t there. I checked my phone, but not only had she not texted me, even the previous texts were gone.
Then it hit me.
It was all a dream. A silly, made up dream. An epic multipart nightmare-indie-romatic-comedy love child my brain had developed to torture me. None of it was real.
It was the best and worst feeling I’ve ever felt.
I met her at work, when I used to work at K-Mark during the morning shift. I was trying to make some cash during winter break my senior year before IÂ?d go off to college. She came in, and I saw her wandering down isles apparently looking for something in particular. She was so beautiful, I was reluctant to approach her, but when I did it wasnÂ?t as I expect it would be. Our conversation went something like this:
Â?UhmÂ? heyÂ? looking for something in particular?Â?
She turned to me, seeming to snap out of a trance. Â?What? Sorry. I wasnÂ?t listening.Â?
Â?Oh, um. I was wondering if I could help you find what youÂ?re looking for.Â?
Â?Yeah, IÂ?m looking for this sledÂ? like, that I used to have, and I loved it because it just felt likeÂ? it was like gliding, or like, hoveringÂ? in the snow and all.Â? Fumbling, she made this sheepish grin that IÂ?ll always remember her for. It was childishly cute, with the cutest dimpled, and some stunning deep autumn-colored auburn eyes to match her glossy hair. IÂ?ve personally never much liked brown eyes, but these felt like they had something more to them.
Completely taken aback by the beautiful girl standing in front of me, I said, Â?WellÂ? IÂ?m sure there are a ton of sleds out there that make you feelÂ? umÂ? that way.Â?
She laughed at the way I could barely formulate a sentence. I added, Â?YeahÂ? lol.Â? (Yes, I said Â?lolÂ? out loud, pronounced Â?lawlÂ?, and yes, I did regret it.) Â?Do you remember any of the name of the sled you liked?Â?
She frowned the cutest frown. Her cherry red lips puffed out in a pout and the freckles on her nose squinched up a bit. **** she was cute.
Â?NoÂ? I just remember it had, like this kinda nose to itÂ? it was pointedÂ? and the back of it split in two sort of likeÂ? a ribbon!Â? she exclaimed, excited by remembering this fact for no apparent reason.
Oh my god, I thought. I have this exact sled, IÂ?m sure of it.
Â?Was it calledÂ? umÂ? **** I know this!Â? We laughed. Â?Oh! Dude, was it called the tomahawk?Â?
She didnÂ?t seem to have any recognition associated with the name, and it felt as if my hopes and dreams had been shattered.
Â?UmmÂ? all I know is what I told you,Â? she said with a smile. I smiled back so hard that it hurt.
Â?Well, unfortunately all we sell are these crappy littleÂ? I think they call Â?em Â?LugesÂ?Â? in the front of the store. I definitely wouldnÂ?t use one though.Â?
She frowned again. That same, cute little pout.
Â?IÂ?m sorry I couldnÂ?t help,Â? I added.
Â?No, itÂ?s okay. I just likeÂ? wanted to sled before the snow went away. I donÂ?t really have anything to use.Â?
Â?IÂ?m sorry,Â? I said again, shuffling my feet, Â?Can I help you with anything else?Â?
Â?No IÂ?m fine,Â? she said, giving me a fake smile. I felt defeated.
She turned and started walking away, but after a few seconds I called out, Â?Wait!Â? I remember jogging over to her, even though sheÂ?d probably only walked about fifteen feet.
Â?You have the prettiest smile, and I canÂ?t help but notice how it rubs off on me. I get off work at 2:00, and I want to go sledding with you. IÂ?m positive I have the sled you likeÂ?Â? I added, feeling my face redden.
The five seconds she took to respond felt like a lifetime. Then she smiled and said, Â?Sure. I mean, why not? Here, let me give you my numberÂ?Â?
YEAH! HOLLLLLYYYY ****! Sledding date with a ridiculously cute chick. I donÂ?t think IÂ?ve ever smiled so much in my life.
She gave me her name and number, and I punched it into my phone. Then she texted me her address, and surprisingly the street was pretty close to my house. I remember as she walked out of the store, I did a little victory dance, stupid as it sounds.
The second I got home from work, I mapquested her address, then I walked out to my garage to look for Â?the Tomahawk.Â? It took some heavy lifting, but I found it, an old rusty sled that didnÂ?t work, my old snowboard under a crap load of wood, and a few other mediocre sleds. I threw them into my car and headed off. Skipping to the old hill behind the school where I used to sled as a kid, the sun was setting and the sky was fading from red to orange, with dark blue and purple tips just over the horizon. I looked to my right and she was there, looking right back at me with those deep brown eyes. Her cherry red lips parted into a smile, and her hot breath turned came out in little visible puffs as she put her hand in mine and smiled.
We sledded and flirted for an hour and we were cold and tired. We went back to the top of the hill and just sat on the sleds, probably for around half an hour, just talking, watching the light fade from the sky, remembering when we were kids having fun on the same hill.
Soon, when the light was almost gone and it was getting cold, I said, Â?So, itÂ?s pretty nippy out. My house is just around the corner, want to come inside and warm up? We could watch a movie or something.Â?
Â?Sure,Â? she said, melting my heart yet again with her perfect smile.
I drove us back to my house and almost got stuck in the snow twice on the way there. I fumbled with the keys at the door, freezing, but when we finally stumbled inside, I heated up some water and made some instant cocoa for both of us and we both sat down on the couch.
We had a little argument over which movie to rent from on-demand. There werenÂ?t a lot of good movies to pick from, and it was between 500 Days of Summer, which I hadnÂ?t seen, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind, one of my absolute favorites, but a movie that she didnÂ?t know about.
Â?But Eternal Sunshine is amazing! Besides, IÂ?m not really in the mood for a chick flick,Â? I said.
Â?But itÂ?s NOT a chick flick. And itÂ?s the cutest movie ever!Â? she replied, her cheeks flushed red, looking a little angry. That angry face melted my heart. I couldnÂ?t help but agree.
Actually, the movie was really good, but we barely made it past the title screen. We were sitting on the couch, holding hands, and aroudn the time in the movie where they first kissed… well, at this part in the movie, the main character and his girl are in a copying room, and she just randomly walks up to him and they start making out. So I turned to face my girl, and she turns to face me, but I notice that the scene in the movie is practically over, so I just look at the screen again.
Then she takes my hand, and with velvety soft finger tips she laughs, and tells me to pause it for a second.
Before I knew it, he soft lips were pressed against mine. "I told you it was good," she said, smiling down at me from above, her hair falling down on my face like a waterfall. **** i was so thirsty… We stayed like that for a while, smiling, looking into each other’s eyes, just taking in the moment. Before we knew it it was really late. I asked her to stay and she said that she wouldn’t mind at all.
I got up to go get a blanket, and I stretched the couch out into a futon and we fell asleep there together. I can’t believe I actually dozed off.
My heart was fluttering the whole time.
I awoke for just a second or two with her lying on my chest, tickling my chin with her fingertips. I looked down at her, and she hid her face from me, looking ashamed to have woken me up.
She looked back up at me. "Sorry I woke you, It’s just the noise from outside… It woke me up." Upon listening, i noticed that someone outside must have been shoveling their car out,and making quite a bit of racket doing so. It was 4:30 in the morning.
We layed together, cuddling, kissing, listening to the plastic scrape against the icy pavement and the few early birds that decided to sing before dawn. It seemed like an eternity, the happiest eternity of my life.
Sooner or later though, i fell back asleep.
I woke up what seemed to be about three hours later. She was gone.
I looked about the room, checked the bathroom, checked the kitchen, but she wansn’t there. I checked my phone, but not only had she not texted me, even the previous texts were gone.
Then it hit me.
It was all a dream. A silly, made up dream. An epic multipart nightmare-indie-romatic-comedy love child my brain had developed to torture me. None of it was real.
It was the best and worst feeling I’ve ever felt.
