All My Relationships Start with Writing #3 - The Shy Runner (793 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 1.55 on 14 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by <ejryuu.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-09-22 14:45:22 EDT
All my relationships have started with writing.
Nearing the end of my freshman year in high school, I found a new infatuation. Her name was Kim. We shared more than half our classes together and my existence was unknown in her world. Kim was one of the shyest people I ever met. I wasn't shy, it was just that nobody liked me. Even though she was shy, Kim succeeded at pretty much everything she did. She was smart, good-looking (GREAT legs), and the best female runner in both our cross country and track teams.
Kim was also single. Between her introverted personality and her strict parents that lived on a farm, she was probably going to stay single as an untapped resource.
Email was starting to become commonplace. Since I was such a huge dork, I was had already "been there, done that" with the whole internet thing. When I found out that Kim had an email address, I gave her mine and asked her to drop me a line. A few days later, her name popped up in my inbox. Superb! I decided to take the next rational step shortly thereafter and get her phone number. Without too much hesitation, I had the seven digits written down on a little scrap of paper. "I'm *so* in," I thought to myself. Being this was a Friday, I decided to play it cool and hold out until Sunday to give her a ring.
Hands sweating, I clutched the phone and made my way to my bedroom. This was going to be a big deal. I pulled out the slip of paper that I'd guarded with my life the last forty-eight hours and made certain that the digits could not be mistaken. Carefully, my eyes followed my shaking index finger. Before each press of a button, I glanced back at the note to double check my accuracy.
The phone starts ringing.
"Hello, Kentucky Fried Chicken how can I help you?"
"..."
(Kim did not work at Kentucky Fried Chicken)
"Hello?"
"Oh, ummm, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong number."
*click*
I dialed again, going through the same routine that got me the cluckhead the first time. Same voice. Not good. Still naive with ambitions of getting the right voice on the line, I turned to the phone book. In my small town, there were only three listed numbers that had the same last name she did. Using my sixth sense, I managed to pick the correct number on my first guess. Immediately, the first thing out of my mouth was "Why'd you give me the wrong number?" - her excuse was not a great one, but I bought it. And the fact that she had not yet hung up on me was always a plus. The phone call ended fifteen minutes later and I went straight to the computer to tell Kim how nice it was to talk to her.
Eventually, we started dating each other. Since neither of us could drive yet, we were at the mercy of our parents. Mine seemed to be a bit more open and willing to "help out" when we wanted to do something. Our first date involved my father driving us half an hour north to the nearest movie theatre, where we witnessed the lusty tale of Godzilla 2000. Sparks flew. When we dropped off Kim, my father reamed me out for being rude to him around my friend. I had no idea what I'd done wrong. I thought maybe it was because he just wanted to put me in my place. Sort of a verbal punch to the nuts. Kim and I didn't do anything outside of school for awhile because she neglected to tell us that when she left with us to go to the movies, she sort of didn't ask her parent's permission. I'd still never met her parents so it wasn't really the first impression I'd liked to have given. She got grounded. The grounding lasted a few weeks after our school year ended. We would meet in secret at the local beach or a coffee shop. It was usually only a few minutes that involved a "hi" and "bye" with us exchanging our most recent written notes (Kim was also grounded from the internet). I would ride my Huffy mountain bike a good ten miles to the end of the dirt road she lived on just to drop off a letter.
When the grounding session was over, we got to hang out more frequently. We'd meet up at the beach and play basketball. One time, she decided that it'd be a good idea to back to her place. Her parents weren't home but Kim and I were barely on the makeout map so I had no worries...until we started playing basketball. Specifically, I started playing defense and her father showed up shortly thereafter... From that day on, I learned to wear briefs underneath my boxers when playing basketball with my girlfriend at her house.
As time went on, Kim crawled more and more into her shell around me. I had almost pulled her out of it, but then we started experimenting with each other's fun parts and she clammed up (no pun intended!). Over time, the infection just grew worse. We were only a genital to the other person. Or more accurately, she was for me and just never said no. When the feeling of "holy mother of god this is awesome!" wore off, I realized that it wasn't doing either one of us any good. I would feel guilty after anything we did because we were missing everything else that makes a relationship. At about the same time I stumbled upon this realization, Kim did too, and thank goodness she dumped me.
The best times I had with Kim were through our writing.
User Reviews
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-11-20 15:38:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
From that day on, I learned to wear briefs underneath my boxers when playing basketball with my girlfriend at her house.
haha
Submitted by Boondock (user info) at 2005-11-18 18:32:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
She dumped you because girls wants guys with skills. Computer hacking skills, nunchuk skills.....
Nice work. Solid writing.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2005-11-18 18:09:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Here you go Captain Morgan.
Submitted by Thor (user info) at 2005-09-27 11:02:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
shy country girls
sigh
Submitted by sideshow (user info) at 2005-09-23 17:46:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice. It would've been better if you showed us a picture of her, or at least her legs...
Submitted by manicvelocity (user info) at 2005-09-23 11:40:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I think you and I are simultaneously living a parallel life.
As much as I dig your writing, please stop. It's bringing up too many painful memories for me.
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-09-22 21:45:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is awesome.
I am drunk. I'm still a good typist though.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-09-22 17:29:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Solid
Submitted by CookieLass (user info) at 2005-09-22 15:58:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Yes. You have done well my young padawan learner.
Submitted by Ejryuu (user info) at 2005-09-22 15:53:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
So does this mean I can sleep at night? This was the first post I've ever spell checked, complete with searching for any accidental present-tense verbs to eliminate them.
Thanks for the advice, by the way.
Submitted by CookieLass (user info) at 2005-09-22 15:32:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WOOHOO!!!
Never have I been so glad to give out a +2. I can tell you worked on this one, and I don't even really have much in the way of critiques... just one thing jumped off the page at me... single as an untapped resource? Stretching a bit for the similes, eh? No matter. Still a solid +2 in my book.
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-09-22 15:04:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
You know you masturbated to the thought of dating a KFC worker.
Submitted by forthewin (user info) at 2005-09-22 14:59:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Not too bad.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-09-22 14:56:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
dude, this started great, but the shellfish shenanigans at the end threw me off...