Bowling Shoes Girl

I wasn't very popular in high school. I wasn't exactly UNpopular... I just kind of hovered in the middle somewhere. The jocks and cheerleaders didn't find me annoying... mostly because they didn't know I even attended the same school that they did. In my math class with Mr. Robson, there was a pretty hot Asian girl named Lacey. We were similar in high school social standing, but I still never talked to her. I remember one day, she came to class wearing bowling shoes. I eavesdropped as another guy, slightly more cool than me, asked her where she got her shoes. She laughed (sweetly) and said that she'd sluffed the previous period and had gone bowling, and had also decided to walk out with those shoes on. I instantly wanted to be her boyfriend. But of course I didn't say anything to her. Ever.

Until last night. Nick was going on a date with Raquel. Apparently, they were going to the university, pitching a tent and sleeping over so they could buy mega sweet parking passes this morning. Well, Raquel had another friend coming and Nick wanted me to sleep over with them so she didn't feel like a third wheel. He told me her name was Lacey. I didn't think much of it since there has to be at least 3 or 4 Laceys in Utah that are around my same age.

Nick and I went to pick up Raquel and when we got to her neighborhood, I started putting the pieces of the puzzle together in my brain. Raquel looked familiar when she got to the car and I remembered where I knew her from. She was a year older than me in high school . I also remembered seeing Raquel and "bowling shoes" Lacey together several times in the school hallways. I immediately got a knot in my stomach and thought I was gonna have diarrhea. (This is not an uncommon occurrence when I get nervous.) I was about to begin a date that I thought was a blind date, but was really with a girl I had a crush on in junior high and high school.

I walked up to Lacey's door, rang the bell, and prepared for the worst. However, to my surprise, Lacey answered the door and yelled, "Calvin!" and gave me a big hug... almost like she knew me from high school or something. Turns out she did.

We get to the university and Nick pulls out two tents. A boy tent and a girl tent. We throw all of our stuff into our respective tents and then we all congregate in the girls tent and start talking and eating Twizzlers and those nasty-ass Circus Peanuts. I'm being funny, of course, and Lacey is laughing like I'm the funniest person she's ever been around in her entire life. My confidence level is rising and my gurgling stomach is subsiding. Then Nick and Raquel stand up and say that they're going on a walk. However, after they leave the tent I distinctly hear OUR tent unzipping and then zipping up. I realize at that point that I'm probably gonna be in the girl tent all night. Lacey and I joked about that for a little while but neither one of us seemed that bothered. We talked for a couple of hours... me making jokes and Lacey laughing at them whether she thought they were funny or not.

At some point in our conversation I laid down on my side and held my head up with my hand. Lacey was laying next to me on her back. She kept readjusting her position by reaching for her water or grabbing some more licorice until her face was six inches from my own. Pretty clear Green Light, right? I thought so. I went in for a kiss and she grabbed my head and body fairly violently and pulled me on top of her. It was like I was her meatball sub at 6pm on a Fast Sunday. It happened so fast that I almost didn't even realize what was happening. Within the first 90 seconds, she had both of her hands on my butt cheeks. I didn't fight her off, mind you.

We made out for a while. Like... hours. On a scale from 1 to 10... 1 being holding hands and 10 being full-blown intercourse... Lacey and I hit a 6. Right as we started moving into the 7 range, Lacey paused, pushed me away from her face slightly and said, "I was hoping you'd choose me." Then she pulled me in again.

All you ladies who are reading this blog, take note. Everything Lacey did up until those six words was awesome. But please don't ever make the same mistake. My interest in Lacey dropped about a dozen notches. "Choose me"? Over who? Raquel? Do I have any other options here? How long was she "hoping" this? Since high school? Jr. High? Since 5 hours ago?

I got "sleepy" shortly thereafter and fell asleep. I kept my cool this morning, but I got out of there as soon as I could. It's kinda weird how that works. My image of "bowling shoes" girl peaked... and then was shattered in one brief encounter.

Calvin