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  • While It’s Still Fresh

    November 19, 2009 — With 396 words & Read — Labelled as: Story
    Yeah, so I really liked her.
    You might ask why I use the past tense of like, but when I think about it I don’t even remember why.
    I have to admit she came on to me with a lame question.
    Before that we had been staring and exchanging somewhat awkward smiles all night.
    “How old are you?” she asked.
    I hate that question so much, but I replied in a joking way, “I shave, so I’m old.”, while I stroked my smooth chin.
    She laughed and said, “I get a period, so guess I’m old too.”
    I had to admit it was funny, so I laughed and offered her a drink from the vending machine behind us.

    I really liked him, and I’m not even sure when I stopped liking him.
    Okay, so I got nervous and asked him a stupid meaningless question before even saying a simple thing as hello or how are you.
    “I have asthma.”, He said.
    I guess he was really nervous too.
    “So you can’t sneak up on people very well?”, I replied.
    He laughed, I laughed, we laughed.

    She was great, I mean we had a lot in common, I don’t think I have ever felt in love with a stranger like this before.
    We got some more drinks from the vending machine because our mouths were getting dry from all the talking and laughing, “I play soccer, do you do play any sports?”
    “No sports for me, but I don’t mind watching.”
    She seemed a little disappointed, but she scanned my body and noticed it was ‘normal’, and her disappointment turned into content.
    She talked about soccer for a while, which raised one question, “So you play for a all girl soccer team, but you don’t speak any German?”
    “Our coach once said to me, you take the ball and go intercourse, play with your feet.”, She replied.

    We talked some more and laughed until a bus was coming our way.
    She wrote down her number on my hand, and the bus stopped in front of us, and she got on and our eyes were locked until the bus got to far away.

    We laughed and talked until the train arrived.
    You wrote down your number on my hand and got on, our eyes locked until the train was out of the station.

    She never called.

    He never called.

    I must have washed my hands after using the toilet in the train.

    I think i was raining that night and I didn’t bring an umbrella.
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