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I went to class after asking Sharon over to my place for dinner tomorrow, not sure what her answer was going to be. My best guess was that she’d accept, but who knows? She seemed genuinely stunned that I had asked, and kind of uncomfortable with me not treating her like crap.
And then I saw Penny again. I had always thought that Penny was the cutest girl at UK, with naturally curly light brunette hair, and grey eyes you could drown in. She actually kissed me once, but that was just so she could check out what she thought she’d detected, the odor of sex on me. ‘What’s up, Doc?’ she greeted me in what at least used to be humorous, though I’d managed to get tired of it from everyone else but her, being that cute does get girls a lot of additional leeway.
‘You look kind of out of it today. It isn’t that girlfriend of yours, is it?’
‘I don’t have a girlfriend, Penny, I thought you knew that.’
‘From what I could tell a couple of weeks ago, you’d sure gotten close to at least one girl.’ Penny had a huge smile on her face. I don’t know if she was actually flirting with me, because she’s just way out of my league, like the National League versus a Florida Rookie League team. Had this happened just two days ago, I’d be on cloud nine, thinking that maybe, just maybe, I had a shot with Penny.
But now? Damn, Penny is just so awesome, but I keep thinking of Sharon! If Penny really was flirting, it was like a choice between the prettiest, but still most down-to-earth, girl on campus, one with a musical voice, and an average girl who hated my guts. There’s only one sensible choice, and damned if I’m not going to take it.
How on God’s earth did this happen? Sharon and I didn’t like each other. Then, for some reason I still can’t figure out, I just decided to try to like her, and now I’m acting stupid over her. If she gives the dinner date the thumbs down sign tomorrow, well maybe I’d still have a chance with Penny, but I didn’t want the thumbs down sign, I wanted Sharon to accept, and I wanted to, heck, there’s just no other way to put it: I wanted to make love to her.
No, not to her, with her!
Man, you should see Penny! She sat across the center aisle, and one seat up from me. She was wearing these nice, fairly closely fitting jeans, with contrasting orange-red stitching, and a sleeveless white blouse. It wasn’t see-through at all, but well-tailored, fitting her perfectly, giving me just enough of a hint at her figure to know how sensational she looked, without being too much. She was wearing some semi-dressy sandals, which she kept kicking on-and-off, drawing my eyes, and, really, the eyes of every guy in the room, to her. Where most girls at UK were wearing t-shirts and Levi’s these days, Penny was really well-put-together, casually stylish and effortlessly pretty. And even as I kept glancing over at her, I couldn’t get Sharon out of my mind.
After class, I headed back to my apartment, and took stock of the food situation. I had told Sharon that I’d do home cooked spaghetti and meatballs, and I needed to see what I actually had. It turned out that really, other than some Quaker Oats – which I’d use in the meatballs, to help hold them together – I didn’t have anything for the meal I had proposed.
So, it was off to Kroger to get what I needed: ground chuck, to keep the fat down, spaghetti, tomato sauce and paste, a vidalia onion, some mushrooms, some fresh basil, tomatoes and lettuce and radishes for the salad. I had some oil and vinegar for dressing, so I was good there.
After Kroger, it was across the street to the Chevy Store, the liquor store that was closest to UK, for a bottle of good wine. I wish that I was a wine connoisseur, but didn’t really have a clue as to what goes with spaghetti. I figured that, since it had beef in the meatballs, a red would be appropriate, and thought, cynically, that it needed to have a cork, and not a screw cap, just so I wouldn’t look like a dork. I chose a California Zinfandel, and hoped that I was on the right track.
I got the stuff home, checked again to make sure everything was clean, and put the things that needed to be kept cold in the fridge. I just hoped that I’d get the thumbs up tomorrow, and would get the chance to cook up this stuff.
I even decided to dress a bit nicer tomorrow, so I rummaged through my chest-of-drawers to find a something better than another old t-shirt. I found an old golf shirt, one that was actually pretty decent, sniffed it to make sure that it was clean – it was – and set it out for the morning. I had a pair of button-fly Levi’s 501 jeans that were good and clean, and, unlike the bell-bottoms everyone else wore, these were straight-legged. Yeah, this would get Sharon’s attention, in a good way.
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What the fuck just happened? After months of strong dislike, with occasional outright loathing in the mix, Doc had pulled me up to an unoccupied backstage and ate me and then fucked me royally, and now he has actually asked me over to his place for dinner. He’s actually being nice to me. He was kind, and polite, and he was smiling when he asked me, a real-looking smile, rather than an aha-I’ve-got-her-now smile.
Oh, Hell, he’s trying to romance me! I had said that a big oaf like him wouldn’t know how to romance a woman, and now he’s trying to prove me wrong, that’s what this is all about. An asshole like him wouldn’t change now. I’ll just simply give his dinner invitation the thumbs down sign, and that’ll be the end of that crap.
I was a mess all night. I sure didn’t get asked out very often: I’m older than most of the coeds at UK and, let’s face it, not that pretty. I mean, it’s not like I’m butt-ugly, but just plain would be the best description. My hips are too wide, my waist is too thick, and my tits are too big. I’m blonde thanks only to Clairol, and my teeth aren’t really white enough because I smoked too much, at least I had quit that nasty habit. Guys don’t run away screaming from me, but the truth is that they just don’t notice me much at all.
Of course, Doc ain’t no prize, either. He’s got a masculine-enough body, and while he does have a beard, he didn’t go all stupid hippie with long hair. But he sure never made the ballot for ‘best-looking’ in high school. The sad truth is that Doc and I are pretty much in the same league, and that’s a depressing thought.
Well, I sure wasn’t going to wear anything special or put on make-up to go to school today, nothing to make Doc think that I had even considered his invitation. I had kind of thought of getting dolled up, and then giving him the thumbs down, to crush him a bit more, but that was more effort than I was willing to put out.
Hmmm, put out, huh? That’s probably all that Doc really had in mind, getting me to put out for him. Our one fuck really was awesome, but let’s face it: no matter how great it was, it’s still over, and if I fuck him again, that’ll be over soon enough as well.
Morning came, I went to my 8:00 AM class, and then, the usual, over to the Student Center coffee shop to gab with my friends. I entered, and there was Doc, in line, getting yet another tray of coffee. Heck, he was (sort of) dressed up today. He’d put on better clothes, and it looked like he had trimmed his beard this morning. I tapped him on the shoulder and said, ‘I’m here, one more,’ to let him know to get an extra cup.
So, I went to the table and sat down with my friends, on the girls’ end of the table, when here comes Doc, with a tray full of coffee. Rather than just sitting it in the middle of the table, he went around to everyone, the ladies first, and served everyone. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he said to Joely first, and then to me, as he did the typical waitress dip to serve us our coffee from the tray. Thea and Dianne, being married, got ‘Madame’ instead. He even kept it up while serving the ‘gentlemen’ at the table, addressing each of them as ‘Monsieur.’ I thought that Ken was going to smack him, but t
he whole thing got laughs.
‘So, what,’ Ken asked him, ‘you smoke some weed before you came in today, or is it a girl?’ Oh, crap, what if he looked at me and said ‘a girl.’
He never spilled the beans. ‘Why can’t it be both weed and a girl?’ but he never even glanced in my direction.
Randy chimed in: ‘He’s too ugly to get a girl, at least one who isn’t blind.’
‘Yeah, he’s like the Thing in the Fantastic Four: he only got Alicia ’cause she’s blind!’ That was Ken again.
‘You know, I have had girlfriends before, it’s not like I’m that ugly.’
‘You say that you’ve had girlfriends before, but none of us have ever seen you with a girl. You could be all talk.’
I had to work to keep my mouth shut at this point: I knew that he wasn’t all talk.
Then came the moment of truth. After Doc was done with his waiter game, and sat down with the rest of us to drink coffee and shoot the shit, he looked my way, ready for the sign. I was all prepared to crush him, to give him that thumbs down, but it was like my hand had a mind of its own: I gave him the thumbs up.
Oh my God, he smiled at me when I did that. What if the other guys noticed? We could be busted, big time!
But, if anyone noticed, nobody said anything. I wasn’t too worried about the guys noticing, because they’re all so dense, but Dianne and Joely usually don’t miss a thing.
Why the Hell was I doing this? Doc is being nice today, noticeably nicer, and people can tell that he’s got something on his mind. He’s taking care to not single me out, thank Heavens, but even the guys are noticing. Then I realized it: I was tingling a bit down south! I was actually getting turned on by all of this.
I was kind of at the far end of the table, and wasn’t catching everything that the guys were saying to Doc, but they were busting on him pretty hard, trying to get him to tell them what girl he was seeing. He finally admitted that yes, there was a girl, but no, he wasn’t going to tell them who she was. All he said was that she was cute and blonde – and I liked hearing myself described as cute! – and yes, she was a student here. Thea and Joely joined in on the ragging, and then I noticed: Dianne was staring at me.
Oh, my God, she knew! I couldn’t see any clues that Doc had given, and I hadn’t thought that I’d given out any, but, damn it, Dianne knew. She leaned over and whispered, ‘It’s you, isn’t it?’
I just couldn’t answer, and then Dianne’s smile got wider and wider. Finally I whispered, ‘Don’t say anything, please.’ But that didn’t matter: even if she agreed, it wouldn’t be long before the cat was out of the bag.
‘I thought that you didn’t like him,’ she whispered again.
‘I don’t, I pretty much hate his guts.’ Dianne gave me a yeah, right, sure you do look, and then I felt the tingling again. Damn, I was getting hotter and hotter, I knew it and Dianne knew it.
Doc had kept his eyes off of me during all of this, trying to keep the secret. Holy crap, I realized: he’s trying to protect me! He’s not playing at being nice, he is being nice.
And now I knew why my hand had betrayed me, why it gave the thumbs up sign when I had determined that this date was going to get the thumbs down. Doc wasn’t playing around, he wasn’t faking this at all, but really was trying to romance me. Other than a couple of clumsy guys in high school, no one had ever tried that, all the guys I knew just wanted a piece of pussy, and that was the end of it. Doc had gotten that already, and knew that he could again, without any romance involved, just find a private corner and ball, yet he was still trying to romance me. He really wanted me as a girlfriend!
Then it hit me, and I knew what I had to do. My hands were shaking I was so scared of doing this, but I was going to do it anyway. Dianne must have been able to tell, because she was just staring at me. I said, ‘Well, guys, I’ve got to head on out,’ picked up my book bag and stood up to walk away. Then I walked right over to Doc, and kissed him goodbye.
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