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06 Jul 2009, 2:55 pm
06 Jul 2009, 2:57 pm
Apep wrote:
I met her when I was eight years old. Her mother was my teacher. We never really met; she had a crush on my only friend and would chase him around the playground during recess. So one day, he decided we would retaliate by throwing acorns at her and her best friend. We didn't get in trouble and I thought no more of it. That summer, I found myself dreaming of her, of kissing her. These dreams had quite an impact. But we were at different schools the next year.
We went to junior high and high school together, but never shared any classes. I would see her around campus and wonder who she was, if she could possibly be my first crush, but I never seriously looked into it. My last quarter in high school, she and I had our first class together, but since she seemed a bit standoffish and I was going to graduate early in nine weeks, I didn't even bother to talk to her.
We both went to local colleges. I married and had a kid. She had an eight year relationship with a college boyfriend. One day, while driving through the parking lot of a local store with my family, I saw both her and her mother loading groceries into their car. A few years later, I got a divorce.
Fast forward to this year.
I'm working constantly. I see her name pop up on a social networking site and I add her. Oddly enough, I am the first person to add her. One night, when I'm bored, I notice that she's online and we start chatting. Conversation is difficult at first: she isn't at my intellectual level and I'm less than fully socialized in many ways. But we keep talking. She is strangely forward at certain times, almost like she is coming on to me. But she has a boyfriend, so I try not to fan the flames.
A couple of months later, she tells me how her friends are encouraging her to either move forward with or move on from her boyfriend. I say little, but I do agree with them. Eight years is a long time to date. Before I was aware of any of this, I had invited her and her friends (presumably including her boyfriend) to a concert at a local club. Some of my friends from high school were playing a local club that night. The week before the concert, her boyfriend moved out. The week after, they had broken up.
She knew about the Aspergers and ADHD. She's a teacher and I, since I was not actively pursuing her, had discussed both with her. One night last week, while introducing her to the first season of Dexter, we were sitting next to each other on my sofa. Her hand accidentally brushed my leg. She apologized for crowding my space. I told her not to apologize, to come closer and I wrapped my arm around her as she curled up against me. During one of the numerous relationship-building scenes in Dexter, she turned to me and even I could see that we should mimic the on-screen action and kiss. So we did.
Moral of the story: I need to learn to write well.
Oh wait, let's try that again.
Moral of the story: we can compensate for our differences.
We went to junior high and high school together, but never shared any classes. I would see her around campus and wonder who she was, if she could possibly be my first crush, but I never seriously looked into it. My last quarter in high school, she and I had our first class together, but since she seemed a bit standoffish and I was going to graduate early in nine weeks, I didn't even bother to talk to her.
We both went to local colleges. I married and had a kid. She had an eight year relationship with a college boyfriend. One day, while driving through the parking lot of a local store with my family, I saw both her and her mother loading groceries into their car. A few years later, I got a divorce.
Fast forward to this year.
I'm working constantly. I see her name pop up on a social networking site and I add her. Oddly enough, I am the first person to add her. One night, when I'm bored, I notice that she's online and we start chatting. Conversation is difficult at first: she isn't at my intellectual level and I'm less than fully socialized in many ways. But we keep talking. She is strangely forward at certain times, almost like she is coming on to me. But she has a boyfriend, so I try not to fan the flames.
A couple of months later, she tells me how her friends are encouraging her to either move forward with or move on from her boyfriend. I say little, but I do agree with them. Eight years is a long time to date. Before I was aware of any of this, I had invited her and her friends (presumably including her boyfriend) to a concert at a local club. Some of my friends from high school were playing a local club that night. The week before the concert, her boyfriend moved out. The week after, they had broken up.
She knew about the Aspergers and ADHD. She's a teacher and I, since I was not actively pursuing her, had discussed both with her. One night last week, while introducing her to the first season of Dexter, we were sitting next to each other on my sofa. Her hand accidentally brushed my leg. She apologized for crowding my space. I told her not to apologize, to come closer and I wrapped my arm around her as she curled up against me. During one of the numerous relationship-building scenes in Dexter, she turned to me and even I could see that we should mimic the on-screen action and kiss. So we did.
Moral of the story: I need to learn to write well.
Oh wait, let's try that again.
Moral of the story: we can compensate for our differences.
awww thats uplifting
and a bit depressing
but thats not your problem
thanx for a nice story :]
06 Jul 2009, 4:33 pm
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