Silly Girl, Treats are for... How does that go again?

There are moments in my life where my brain just hurts. Some of these moments include bad tests, jumping in the shower that leads to heading a retractable window. These moments can be simply explained. Stupidity is usually the culprit. Then every once in a while, the culprit is just something random and simply off. And yes, you guessed it, my brain hurt recently.

It begins three weekends ago, Friday night I believe. This like most Friday nights involved three grandiose parties. Each offered a slightly similar experience. For this story, I focus on the second party.

I walked out to the front porch where I noticed the cool air and some chill people. She was down the stairs talking to some guy. Cute in a silly way. She definitely was silly. Short of a minute in to the conversation, we began air arm wrestling. This set a really fun vibe for the conversation. We chitchat and vibe over nothing ‘til she decides to head out. She says goodbye as my phone settles into my pocket, warm with her number.

Move on to a weekend later, the night of my intro to threesomes. The Tb twins have gone by this time. I came up the stairs. I spot a pretty face. Pretty in a silly girl way. My friend is talking to a guy next to the silly girl. I walk over.

“New People!!”

She turns and gives me the prettiest smile.

“I know you.”

“Really?” I reply

She explains the night from the previous weekend. Her name and moments snap back into my mind. I immediately smile. I bend toward her and whisper into her ear for the rest of the conversation. Making sure to clarify the situation with the guy next to her. The vibe seems to carry over form the last weekend.

I walk away from that night, smiling. A solid experience gained and a fun girl who peaked my interest reappears. Fun times.

I shoot her a call the next day. I notice I don’t ever call enough. One or two calls and that’s it. We talk briefly.

I call her a couple more times during the week. Then Thursday night rolls around. With the Red Sox playing beautifully, I pick up the phone. Make the call. It picks up. Clicks just as fast.

A brief wait then I call back.

“Hello.”

An angry, unfamiliar voice replied back at me. Confused, I just kept banter with this girl. I can’t just hang up, that would be too easy. The conversation ends harshly.

I was a little lost on what just happened. I’ve been in some weird situations but this was off the road completely. The only rationale I had. I just got played hard. Silly girl put her friend on the phone to blow me off. That reasoning definitely did not make sense.

I scroll through my phonebook, highlight silly girl’s phone number and delete. It was tough but life happens.

So Monday afternoon lunch rolls around. By this time I have pushed the situation out of my mind in general. I had my tray in hand, waiting for a friend. In case you were wondering, a hamburger with fries and salad. Never fails. She pops out of nowhere. Our eyes lock. She carried a solemn look.
“Did you talk to my drunk roommate?” she asks.

Confusion floods over me again. She goes on to explain her roommate’s drunken night. After this, I couldn’t help but think that giving up this girl now would be stupid. It’ll probably lead to brain pain.

I walk away from her pretty smile, promising to call during the week.

It was a weird series of events. I can’t wait for what comes next.

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