It... it didn't work out. My only high school girlfriend. She abided my acne, weirdo insecurity, punk record obsession, funny smells, and my ability to communicate with my Nintendo and my D&D group much more than I could actual humans with feelings.
For so long. I ran into her in college, awkwardly hit on her again, and was more jealous than I should have been when she started hanging out with my buddy, despite the fact that I was seeing someone at the time as well.
I'd quit the D&D, traded the trenchcoat for some nascent-hipster tight pants and a giant Nick-Cave-In-Birthday-Party-shock-hurricane-haircut, had jobs writing for a weekly rag and selling Toadies CDs at a record store, but the insecurity and bewilderment were still there at the time.
For so long. I ran into her in college, awkwardly hit on her again, and was more jealous than I should have been when she started hanging out with my buddy, despite the fact that I was seeing someone at the time as well.
I'd quit the D&D, traded the trenchcoat for some nascent-hipster tight pants and a giant Nick-Cave-In-Birthday-Party-shock-hurricane-haircut, had jobs writing for a weekly rag and selling Toadies CDs at a record store, but the insecurity and bewilderment were still there at the time.