A Special Girl

I finally mustered up the courage to ask Jessica out. I went to her dorm at Bridgewater State College with the intent of surprising her. I ended up getting the surprise. I was nervous. Usually, I don't get nervous about asking women out. If one girl doesn't like me, another one will. It's that simple. Still, this was a girl whom I cared about. This wasn't the fuck of the week. Oh, I forgot to tell you. Ever since Jessica came back into my life, I had stopped sleeping around. I simply wasn't interested in sleeping with either Tamika or Maria, or any of the other females I slept with on the side. I didn't think that I could become a monogamous man. If Jessica was willing to stop being my buddy and become my girlfriend, I was willing to give monogamy a shot. I knocked on her door, and waited. A few seconds later, she came and opened the door. She gave me a quick hug and let me in. I crossed my fingers. I looked at her. I told myself to just do it and I finally said it. I asked Jessica to be my girlfriend. The moment I finished uttering those words, blood drained from her face. What had I done?

Jessica looked at me. She looked shocked. She told me that she wanted me since the first time that she saw me. She confessed that she had been watching me playing football with the guys long before approaching me. I was surprised. I was glad. It seemed as though she liked me. So, why not say yes to the damn question? Women are so complex. Jessica said that there were some things about her that I didn't know. I told her that there were plenty of things we didn't know about each other. I jokingly confessed to watching Cartoon Network. Yeah, I know. A grown man watching cartoons. Alright, I'm a Dexter's Lab fan, are you happy? Jessica smiled. Her expression looked pained. Suddenly, she didn't look like the tough-as-nails yet fun-loving tomboy I knew. She looked vulnerable. She told me that if I knew the truth about her, I would end up hating her. I didn't know what could be so horrible about her. She was a pretty girl. A bit skinny but pretty and strong, too. She was sturdy. She was tough. She was pretty. She was exactly the kind of woman I wanted. I told her. That's when she dropped the bomb on me.