A Homecoming: Part 2

I fought my way to the bleachers beyond the steel, yellow gate and the guard which protected it to sit with the girl I'd know years before. While the game went on below, we had some idle chit chat. She was there with a girl she knew, Sunshine, who was the sister of a friend of Darth Vader's, The Puerto Rican (can you guess where he's from?), to provide some moral support for Sunshine as she tried to find a guy to help her get over being fond of Darth. Confusing?

The deal there was that once upon a time (heh.), Darth was so stuck on himself that he felt he was only worthy of being dated by the popular cheerleader girls and was too high on the totem pole for someone as lowly as Sunshine. She had the hots for him, but since he blew her off, The Queen had gone with her to this game to find her a guy. We found it ironic that neither of us actually planned on coming, but came with someone else.

My thought during the game was that I was too chicken to call her, but I could definitely e-mail her, so I got her e-mail address. I inquired as to how often she checked it and found out that she only checked from college, which she no longer attended, so it wasn't checked that often (and that's putting it mildly). I kept this in mind for the remainder of the evening.

After the game, she found out that The Engineer and I had walked to the game, so she offered to give us a ride home. We accepted, since it was a half mile back and dark after the game. Once there, she said they were going to Burger King for a post game burger, and wanted to know if I wanted to come along. I accepted, and The Engineer was dropped at home.

Following the burger, I did something that ensured that we would have a future together. Before I got out of her car, at the last minute, I summed up the courage to ask for her phone number. I was afraid I would never see her again if she went away, and knowing how often that e-mail addy would be checked, I couldn't risk her not getting any e-mail for a month or more. She happily gave it to me, and so ended that first evening.

Finally, I had her digits in my cell phone (a brick by today's standard, but fairly modern back then; it had caller ID). I waited till the next day and called her. Her mother answered, and I chose not to leave a message. I called back less than five minutes later and her father answered. I said I changed my mind and did want to leave a message. Would you believe they still laugh at me over this?

The reason she wasn't home is because she'd gone out with her friends. Remember, the guy standard is to wait a week, so she didn't expect me to call for some time, if I called at all. That I called the next day was a surprise to her. She called me back, and we were going to get together the following day for ice cream, and unlike Burger King, it would be just us.

And this time, I was determined to keep her.