Four kisses....eh. Last night I remembered another one in December. Again a different guy. I remember when I thought girls who kissed non-boyfriends were fairly slut-like. It wasn't that long ago! Anyway, this was a guy I knew had always liked me. We didn't meet until high school because he was a county school kid while I went to City. We had a lot of classes together because the high school has one option for honors or AP, and he and I took the hardest course load we could muster. I'll admit I was possibly interested in him in sophomore biology. He sat one seat up and over from me. Perfect view right? And his name was Brendan so the rest of this will be easier to type. I thought he was cute and definitely really smart, but he was shy so I never really started "liking" him. Junior year I don't think I thought much about him until second semester. (I just realized that I think of him as coming along basically senior year. He's been there even though we didn't talk, and he saw the stupid people I dated. Heh...I guess I should almost be flattered he still likes me. Actually I only dated one guy at the high school before I came upon Brandon. So he just saw that guy. And that guy was the worst one to see. Not because he was unpopular or nerdy or the star basketball player or anything okay like that. He graduated a year ahead of me still runs around town. Town rat. Eww. He had a twin brother, and honestly I would've taken either one. The three of us had Spanish together, and apparently I eventually weaseled my way in. Whatever. I don't even remember how long it lasted. Like a wimpy three months maybe, and I broke up with him. He was a rebel of sorts, and I got that through that "I want a bad boy" phase really fast...luckily.) Somehow this just turned into two stories. Anyway. Brendan. Second semester of junior year robotics was in full swing. I had been on the team my sophomore year. Brendan decided to join. I was a little excited at first. Maybe I'd get to hear him speak about something other than cytoplasm or capillary action. Within the first week, I saw not much had changed. He and I worked on different things. We could've made excuses to see each other and sat together at dinner, but why? It's not like he was actually going to talk. At this point Brandon had also come along. Just before Christmas while we were on break. We weren't "official" at this point (again, assuming we ever were), but I was definitely focused solely on him. So the season rolls by. We do really well, the best of my three years on the team. I make an awesome new friend at nationals who I still see at least once a year and maybe twice this year if I go to IRI in July. He's on my marriage possibilities list, though he's two years younger. He's smarter than I am in every subject except physics. Who really needs that anyway? Well a lot of people but not him and me. But he and I wouldn't make it through the engagement, though I'd like to be engaged to him so we could spend time together. We could learn a lot from each other. He's from Detroit, very fashionable, a "big spender" as he says, and just not a lover of the South. He always asks if everyone's been sitting around scratching their belly all day. He knows that isn't typical, but he really doesn't have anything to take the place of that idea because he knows so little about southern life. He says he will live in Manhattan and have kids if his career allows. That definitely isn't the life for me, but like I said, there's a lot each of us could teach the other. Thus part of the basis of his appeal. He's also just really a cutie and dresses super well. Awesome smile and super beyond crazy motivated. When I told him I was transferring schools next year, he immediately called two schools in Michigan to ask them about admissions and such. Michigan schools aren't even a consideration. Haha I love him. Zieja. That's what he goes by mainly. Pronounced Zee-Ja, but actually pronounced Zhay-uh. The first part is kinda like the first part of Jacques. I don't really know how to spell phonetically. =D Freakin a...back to boring Brendan. So we had physics together first semester senior year. No big deal. Mollie was my main squeeze in there. I just felt I should mention it because Dr. J was my favorite teacher. Then comes robotics season and AP English with Uncle Jack/Jack A. Jean/Jackie Boy. Our class was notorious for our teacher nicknames which we insisted on using. He called us scholars, so we came up with this joke. "If Jack A. Jean's students were on a boat, would it be called a 'scholarship'?" We decided it would be, so his new name became Captain Jack. Anyfreakinway! How do I do this?! So off topic all the time. So Brendan's sister is a year behind us and on robotics. She tells me Brendan joined the team the year before because I was on it. Great. Just great. He was probably the best looking guy on the team, though there was always one of the super geeky guys I liked. So Brendan and I bonded a bit. We had calc at Motlow first block, something together second block, and AP together during 4th. Add to that a typical thrity hour robotics week, and we had no choice. It really bugs me that I can't remember second block. Hmmm...ah! Economics with Coach K! Great class. He didn't bother me as much in there because there was lots of cool people. My annoyance then came from the kid behind me, Zach, who was coincidentally another one of the five kisses. He was in May. The week after prom. He was alright, though. He could actually talk to me. He sent me stuff on Valentine's Day one year. Junior or senior. It was supposedly a friend thing, but making the thank you phone call was torture. Again. Whatever. So Brendan and I were pretty okay. Our AP discussions always got heated. We had lots of top ten students and smart smart smart people: 2, 3, 7, 8 and kids who are at Vanderbilt majoring in Philosophy and at Lipscomb majoring in Physics and Bible. Paul was/is atheist. Sucks for him but whatever. Brendan has been in church all his life but probably knows as much about the Bible as I do. They would argue. I'd be on Brendan's side, but he just wasn't a good representative. And I think he was the only person who never noticed. He felt manly. Word got out that he was going to West Point. I had no idea he was even considering it. That blew my mind, but thank goodness he was accepted because everyone is fairly sure that's the day his life began. He now had something to talk about. Too bad Kenny B took some of the spotlight when he graduated Valedictorian and went to Annapolis. I'm a bitter individual, or maybe just partial. I've always preferred Kenny B. But then Brendan found out he had TB. Crazy right?! Apparently he got it at Basic the summer before. Thankfully, it was latent and he was able to go on with life normally. I was really worried about him, but as soon as we found out he would be alright, I really didn't have much pity for him. I'm not sure how good or bad or indifferent that makes me. So we graduated. Of course Brendan and I had to sit on the front row right beside each other. This is a long story. He and I hung out sometime in all this. Maybe it was over the summer. We went bowling. Awkward. I wasn't about to go to a movie with him. We took my car for whatever reason, and when it was time for him to get out, he didn't want to. He was waiting for something, and I just kept yelling "Oh listen to this song!" and texting. He finally left. We leave for our respective states and come back for Christmas break. The robotics kick-off is January 4th-ish. We're both still in town. I plan to go to the high school to watch it with my old team, so I'll be ready to help my team in SC as soon as I get back. I've told Brendan this, and he has somewhere he has to be. We hung out at the coffee shop and amazingly had pretty good conversation for a few hours. Granted most of it was me voicing my worries and dislikes and hope for school. So when we're going to leave he somehow ends up with his hands on my hips while we're standing by my car. I'm like, "What the hey...the kid's made it through his first semester of plebe year, he can carry on a decent conversation now, you don't have to see him until summer...just kiss him and satiate his lips for a while." So I do. We do. It's not super long. It's just whatever. He leaves. I feel pretty proud of my move. Maybe mom would give me the look but she'll never know. And of freakin course he shows up at robotics the next day. Effin a. Give me a break. I almost didn't go when I found out he would be there. I was leaving before him, and he walked me to my car and stood and held my door open in the freakin rain while I sat there dry inside. I guess he was waiting on another kiss. Heck no! Especially not in front of all my former team members...or just people in general. Haha. That's horrible. I've tried to like him. He's obviously doing something with himself, and any other guy at West Point would have my full attention. Heh...the end I think. That is the "Brendan, Town Rat whose name I don't even like, Zieja, and Zach" story, respectively and some only partially. Wow. I shall go back and divide this into paragraphs now.
I'll also say I'm hopefully seeing Bwandon today. =) Frontier Days, tour of the Jack Daniel's Distillery for the millionth time because it's 20 minutes from my house, and then the drive-in. We'll see and he and I can sit through a movie now. Good day if it all works out.
I don't feel like making paragraphs. Two is enough. =D
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