If you have read this blog for a while you may think that I have left
some different romantic threads unresolved. What happened to that
girl from the Pearl Jam concert and follow up? What ever happened
with that girl from UASC? A reasonable assumption would be that I,
outside of the scope of these stories, had broken up with them or
otherwise drifted apart. That would not be entirely accurate and I
will tell you why, because I am a massive jerk. As far as those two girls
knew they were still my girlfriends, my exclusive girlfriends. In
between camps and trips that summer I had been going out on little
dates and hangouts with my local girlfriend, then at other times I
would run up and go on dates with my long distance girlfriend. You
may be under the impression that two girlfriends is one too many, and
that is absolutely correct. If you do feel that way the next bit
might not improve you opinion of me or at least of the 17 year-old
version of me because I went on and made it three. I have briefly
mentioned a girl who was friends with my cousin that hung out with
them quite a bit. I had been more or less running a pretty steady
flirtation with her because she was cute and cool and the only girl
that was around that I was not related to. We hung out almost every
day of the almost two weeks I was down there and were starting to
really hit it off I thought but nothing much was coming of it. That
was until the last night I was in Florida. My Floridian love interest
and her sister, whom I remember somehow being romantically linked
with my cousin, although that may have been a vague and unrequited
thing I am not sure, came over to hang out with my sister and I
before we headed back home. She was a little more flirty and touchy
for most of the night and when we both sat on the ground side by side
to get our equally long hair done she put a pillow on her lap and
reached over and pulled my hand into her lap to hold it. I thought
that was nice and so I kept on with it. After the hairs were did she
suggested we go for a walk, just the two of us. I knew what a girl
suggested walk meant and I was a little nervous as I always was
before a first kiss. We walked down the shoulder-less side roads in
the smothering heat and humidity of a southern night, holding hands
and talking about life and what-have-you. We walked according to her
direction because I had no idea where we were. She stopped on a
little hill that was on the side of the road and we walked over and
sat down, talked a little and kissed a little too. I was torn between
trying to enjoy the moment and thinking what a turd I was, now a
two-time two-timer. I made a motion for a little more then kissing
and was stopped in no uncertain terms and we called it a night and
started to walk home when we were stopped by the local central
casting old-boy southern sheriff and given a warning.
