EPTPart 2:
I drove home with Jane that night and a few friends; nervous as Hell. Could this finally be the night where I would get a shot? Unfortunately for me, Jane dropped me off first, but that was all right, I knew that I had the shot. She liked me for once, so I could be more aggressive and finally make something happen. The next day, I’m doing my usual Sunday routine (hang out, do nothing, watch sports, etc). I hear a knock on the door and my little sister is giggling “there’s a girl at the door for you”. I get up to the door and Jane is there with a monster plate of brownies. “Just thought I’d stop by and give you a happy birthday since today is your real birthday”. I sat and chatted with her for a minute, but she had to go practice her music and I had sports to get back to.
By this time, I knew that I needed to close this deal. I asked her out on a date. We went mini golfing and I put my A game on. I knew I was looking great and I knew I was going to close the deal. The date went great. We flirted like crazy, but then we were at the infamous door scene. I wussed out and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I totally screwed it up and I knew I wouldn’t have another chance until graduation for another date because of AP tests, she was going out of town, etc. etc. All I could think as I was leaving was WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?! I wish I had seen the movie Hitch at this point because I would have called her back and gave her the kiss of her dreams. However…. I’m an old man and Hitch didn’t come out for another 2 years. WHY U SCREW ME SO BAD WILL SMITH?
Alas, there was one more shot before the end of the school year MORP (Girls choice dance). Unfortunately.. it was a girls’ choice dance so I couldn’t just ask her out (looking back on it, I would’ve just said fuck it and asked her to the dance, girls choice be damned). I dropped hints like there was no tomorrow. Jane told me that she was really excited for the dance and was really thinking about asking a guy from one of our classes. I knew it was me, I just had that feeling. I was so excited. Then Thursday came and I got asked out by a different friend and found out that Jane had asked out a different guy….. WHAT THE FUCK?! What was even worse, Jane was going to be in the same dance group as this new friend…
The day of the dance came, and instead of going to the day activity that our dance group was having, I decided to go climbing, consequences be damned. I didn’t care anymore about that Bitch. I climbed my heart out that day, so happy to be chillin with my bros, talking shit about Jane and generally not giving a fuck. I got back just in time to get picked up on my date. As I walked out the door, I felt like a man walking on death row. I was never going to get a shot again.
So, we get to the restaurant and of course the girl who asked me out and Jane are best friends… so I get to sit across the table from Jane the entire night. The dinner was good, but I distinctly remember that Jane kept giving me the eye. Was that crazy bitch hitting on me instead of just asking me out?!
We get to the dance and are having a generally good time (I have to qualify this. Dances are always awkward in High School, no matter what… so high school guys if you’re at one and its fucking awkward, no worries it’s what happens. If you’re comfortable at the dance, you’re either a baller who knows how to dance or you’re grinding with your GF on the dance floor). Anyway, I tell my date that I need to go grab a drink and head out into the hallway. I’m walking with my head down and hear a girl sobbing “I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t be acting like this, I feel like such a jerk. But, I know I should’ve just asked him out” and who else is it… JANE! I look over and see her date awkwardly giving her a hug and giving me a look like “ you fucking bastard, I’m going to kill you for ruining my date”. I make a beeline to the drinking fountain, unable to make eye contact because I’m smiling like the crazy bastard I am. I KNEW IT! I had this in the fucking bag.
Later that night, we are all partying at Jane’s house again (remember, filthy rich dad, huge house, last dance of high school). I’m somehow being a complete baller, being the center of attention, making all the girls laugh and telling hilarious stories about my crazy day climbing before. (I had taken a 25 foot fall among other crazy shit that day, plus my brother started cussing like a crazy person as 10 moms and kids walked by, unbeknownst to him… funny shit). I’m in the groove, and then I get a tap on my shoulder. My friend tells me she has a curfew and had to leave, but that she’d arranged with Jane to just give me a ride home that night.
Now, I know what you guys are thinking, ITS YOUR CHANCE MAN TAKE IT! However, I had been in my date’s position before. I had gone to a dance with Jane and she’d completely screwed me over, I didn’t want to have my date deal with the same pain (even though she never really "liked" me and was more of a really good friend). I went home with my date. As I’m leaving, Jane comes over “Hey, I thought I could give you a ride home later tonight”. She gave me a look and I knew if I would go home with Jane that night I was going to get some. She grabbed my hand and said “please”. For once, I got to be the one with the power. “Nah, I’m going home with my date, but I’ll see ya on Monday”. BOOM! I had never felt so good in 3 years. I walked out of that party like a man, with my chin up, confidence full, and went home with my date. I knew this might be my very last chance to ever get with Jane, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to be the douchebag who leaves my date hanging just so I could get some with the girl of my dreams.
TO BE CONTINUED
An Aside: Looking back I think I was probably a moron. My date had hooked me up, I had the shot. However, I was so emotionally fucked over because of the three years of hell that it felt so good to be the one walking out with someone besides Jane.
(Reserved) If I get the chance I'll post part 3 tonight in this blog, we'll see if I have the time to get it done or not (stupid law school ruining my blogging life)
Part 1: (Here)
