A Special Girl

I knew this person! Suddenly, the person turned around. I gasped. It was Jessica. I walked over and greeted her. She shook my hand. It was Jessica! I had a million questions. Where had she been? How was she doing? She asked me to go to lunch with her. We went into a nearby restaurant and talked. There was a lot of catching up to do. Jessica told me that she left Boston College because tuition was too much. She'd gotten accepted to Bridgewater State College where she was taking night courses. She still wanted to be a nurse. I reminded her of how I met her, a skinny white girl catching a ball thrown by a world-class athlete. She could be a martial artist or an athlete. She didn't look like a nurse! Jessica smiled and told me that there was more to her than the obvious things.

Jessica and I started hanging out a lot after this first meeting. I started to really like this girl. We had so much in common. She joined me in the guys when we played football. She wasn't as strong as the dudes my size but she was quick and a great catcher! She seemed to have that "one of the guys" thing going on for her. I loved hanging out with her. We went to the comic book store and bought the same comic books. I liked Spiderman and the Avengers. I liked X-Men and the Fantastic Four. I didn't like Spawn. He was a bit too dark for me. I preferred Hellblazer. John Constantine was a bad boy who reminded me of the X-Men's Wolverine, in attitude if nothing else. I had so much in common with this girl that it was eerie. There were some differences, though. She wasn't into wrestling. Not my kind of wrestling, anyway. She preferred the WWF. She loved Stone Cold Steve Austin. I was a fan of the Texas Rattlesnake myself. I liked this girl so much that I even mentioned her to my parents. I chatted about her excitedly with my mom and dad. I had never done that before! I wanted to ask Jessica out but I was scared. I'm not the kind of man who scares easily. I can fight three normal-sized men at a time. Living in racist Fitchburg, I've had to. My father raised me to respect men and women but fear no one. I don't let anyone mess with me, male or female. Yet here I was, scared shitless of asking out the girl of my dreams. How weird was that?