Another Boring Encounter
Jason
It all started with a book. The tale of romance and giving not just your heart, but yourself to another person, enthralled me. I decided then and there that I wouldn't settle for a normal, amiable girl. Early autumn, when the leaves were changing colors and clinging to trees, I rushed through a park filled with trees, on a gray concrete pathway through the color. My car had refused to start, so I was forced to run to work, I couldn't be late to my first day on the job. I'd just moved into the city, just finished college, and things were already going south.
In my focused bubble vision of the world and singular driving desire to get to work, I crashed into a girl strolling the concrete pathway. What should have been a short delay, had a greater effect. It was not a girl, but a beautiful woman. She was in her prime, dirty blonde hair, tight jeans and a tank top, with firm breasts and soft, inviting pale skin. As a result of running into her, I dropped my briefcase, we both knelt down to grab it. When we came up, each with a hand on its handle, we looked into each other's eyes. I fell for her blue, gray stormy eyes then. Then and there I fell for her.
She extended her right hand out to me, we were both standing. “My name's Makaila.”
“Um, Jason,” I said and shook her hand.
At this point, work became a memory, my car trouble, became a memory. If I had been asked to predict what would happen next, when my car refused to start, I would have predicted something which would aggravate the situation, not make me forget about the problem entirely. To say the least, I didn't want it to be the last time I saw Makaila, so I pulled from somewhere deep inside of me, I found bravery.
I handed her my business card with my number on it, still smiling from the moment I met her. “Here's my number, we should get coffee some time.”
“Maybe between the madness that is my life, but right now I have somewhere to be,” Makaila told me.
Happy with her response, I stayed strong, avoided being the shy guy who had gotten one girlfriend of three months throughout all of college.“See you around Makaila, you won't regret calling me.”
She smiled. “Call me Kaila.” Kaila waved goodbye and we went our separate ways.
In an unexpected turn of events, I got a phone call from her at the end of the week, Saturday afternoon. I'd already accepted the fact that she wasn't going to call, I figured all women of the planet had an amicable agreement to stay away from me.
I answered the call, “Hello?”
A short pause, before she replied. “Hey, it's Kaila, the girl you ran into at the park.”
“Oh, hey, how have you been?” I asked.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to meet me at Saint's Sin in an hour, it's a quaint coffee shop nearby where I live.”
“Yeah I know the place.” I checked my schedule in my pocket-sized notebook, already aware I had no other plans. “Sure that works for me.”
“See you then,” she replied.
I said bye and hung up, rushed to my room to find something to wear. There were many nice suits in my closet and funny, casual t-shirts, except I didn't want to wear something so fancy, nor so casual. I needed to adapt to the situation, so I adopted advice a friend of mine once lent to me. “You can never go wrong with humor.” I wore my funniest shirt.
Saint's Sin only had a couple of tables, I arrived early and made sure to get one for us, right by the window. Kaila arrived five minutes late.
“I'm sorry I'm late, I had to help my irratating boyfriend with his advanced math class, he's never been good with numbers.” She said when she arrived.
She's not single.... But she did say irritating, so maybe I can traverse the adverse circumstances. Hey, I rhymed.
“It's okay, I'm just glad to see you again.” I told her, smiling.
We drank Saint's Sin Special of the month, a coffee with some special spices in it, and talked about ourselves, evaluating each other. Kaila was studying art in a college nearby, though from talking to her, it seemed likely she could have studied anything she wanted.
After she mentioned she was a student, I said, “I'm an alumnus myself.
Her eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?”
“I went to college.”
Kaila laughed.
“So you won't be calling yourself an alumna when you get out of college?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, like, do you always use those kinds of words? Is that what college did to you?”
“No, I am afraid I've always been this way,” I said, smiling.
“All right,” Kaila said, returning my smile.
I do not feel liable for what happened next, my emotions took control. Over the next year we became good friends, my love grew stronger, and I waited patiently for Kaila to become single. I've always been a shy guy, never apt to get a girl, but Kaila gave me confidence. After meeting her, she was the only girl I cared about, resulting in my spike in confidence with other girls. The confidence had no affect on my romantic life, since I only wanted Kaila. After years of waiting for Kaila to become single, up until she finally became engaged, I became depressed. Depression remained for a while, as I was unable to amend it. I stayed good friends with Kaila and hid my feelings from her.
I am not anti-love, I acknowledge what a wonderful thing it is. For a lot of my life, I was in love with Kaila. I died alone, in love with her.
MAKAILA
After a year of knowing Jason, still in college, Kaila was in the antechamber of her apartment, helping her boyfriend emend his essay.
“Why do you say alumni here?” Kaila asked, pointing at the computer screen, she and her boyfriend were huddled around.
“Isn't that how you spell it?” He asked.
“I think you meant Illuminati... Sometimes I wish I was among my alumnae friends, I just want to be done with college, and the amount by which I have to help you...” Kaila replied, with a frown on her face.
“That's why I love you, you are so selfless and ready to help.” He said, smiling, and then leaned in and kissed her.
Makaila wasn't completely averse to her boyfriend, but she was longing for someone else.
Jason would be such a better boyfriend, she thought and sighed.
Another Boring Encounter - Contest Words Highlighted
Jason
It all started with A book. The tale of romance AND giving not just your heart, but yourself to another person, enthralled me. I decided then and there that I wouldn't settle for a normal, AMIABLE girl. Early autumn, when the leaves were changing colors and clinging to trees, I rushed through a park filled with trees, on a gray concrete pathway through the color. My car had refused to start, so I was forced to run to work, I couldn't be late to my first day on the job. I'd just moved into the city, just finished college, and things were already going south.
In my focused bubble vision of the world and singular driving desire to get to work, I crashed into a girl strolling the concrete pathway. What should have been a short delay, had a greater EFFECT. It was not a girl, but a beautiful woman. She was in her prime, dirty blonde hair, tight jeans and a tank top, with firm breasts and soft, inviting pale skin. AS a result of running into her, I dropped my briefcase, we both knelt down to grab it. When we came up, each with a hand on its handle, we looked into each other's eyes. I fell for her blue, gray stormy eyes then. Then and there I fell for her.
She extended her right hand out to me, we were both standing. “My name's Makaila.”
“Um, Jason,” I said and shook her hand.
At this point, work became a memory, my car trouble, became a memory. If I had been asked to predict what would happen next, when my car refused to start, I would have predicted something which would AGGRAVATE the situation, not make me forget about the problem entirely. To say the least, I didn't want it to be the last time I saw Makaila, so I pulled from somewhere deep inside of me, I found bravery.
I handed her my business card with my NUMBER on it, still smiling from the moment I met her. “Here's my number, we should get coffee some time.”
“Maybe BETWEEN the madness that is my life, but right now I have somewhere to be,” Makaila told me.
Happy with her response, I stayed strong, avoided being the shy guy who had gotten one girlfriend of three months throughout all of college.“See you around Makaila, you won't regret calling me.”
She smiled. “Call me Kaila.” Kaila waved goodbye and we went our separate ways.
In AN unexpected turn of events, I got a phone call from her at the end of the week, Saturday afternoon. I'd already ACCEPTed the fact that she wasn't going to call, I figured all women of the planet had an AMICABLE agreement to stay away from me.
I answered the call, “Hello?”
A short pause, before she replied. “Hey, it's Kaila, the girl you ran into at the park.”
“Oh, hey, how have you been?” I asked.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to meet me at Saint's Sin in an hour, it's a quaint coffee shop nearby where I live.”
“Yeah I know the place.” I checked my schedule in my pocket-sized notebook, already aware I had no other plans. “Sure that works for me.”
“See you then,” she replied.
I said bye and hung up, rushed to my room to find something to wear. There were many nice suits in my closet and funny, casual t-shirts, EXCEPT I didn't want to wear something so fancy, nOR so casual. I needed to ADAPT to the situation, so I ADOPTed advice a friend of mine once lent to me. “You can never go wrong with humor.” I wore my funniest shirt.
Saint's Sin only had a couple of tables, I arrived early and made sure to get one for us, right by the window. Kaila arrived five minutes late.
“I'm sorry I'm late, I had to help my IRRITATing boyfriend with his advanced math class, he's never been good with NUMBERs.” She said when she arrived.
She's not single.... But she did say irritating, so maybe I can traverse the ADVERSE circumstances. Hey, I rhymed.
“It's okay, I'm just glad to see you again.” I told her, smiling.
We drank Saint's Sin Special of the month, a coffee with some special spices in it, and talked about ourselves, evaluating each other. Kaila was studying art in a college nearby, though from talking to her, it seemed LIKELY she could have studied anything she wanted.
After she mentioned she was a student, I said, “I'm an ALUMNUS myself.
Her eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?”
“I went to college.”
Kaila laughed.
“So you won't be calling yourself an ALUMNA when you get out of college?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, LIKE, do you always use those kinds of words? Is that what college did to you?”
“No, I am afraid I've always been this way,” I said, smiling.
“All right,” Kaila said, returning my smile.
I do not feel LIABLE for what happened next, my emotions took control. Over the next year we became good friends, my love grew stronger, and I waited patiently for Kaila to become single. I've always been a shy guy, never APT to get a girl, but Kaila gave me confidence. After meeting her, she was the only girl I cared about, resulting in my spike in confidence with other girls. The confidence had no AFFECT on my romantic life, since I only wanted Kaila. After years of waiting for Kaila to become single, up until she finally became engaged, I became depressed. Depression remained for a while, as I was unable to AMEND it. I stayed good friends with Kaila and hid my feelings from her.
I am not ANTI-love, I acknowledge what a wonderful thing it is. For a lot of my life, I was in love with Kaila. I died alone, in love with her.
MAKAILA
After a year of knowing Jason, still in college, Kaila was in the ANTEchamber of her apartment, helping her boyfriend EMEND his essay.
“Why do you say ALUMNI here?” Kaila asked, pointing at the computer screen, she and her boyfriend were huddled around.
“Isn't that how you spell it?” He asked.
“I think you meant Illuminati... Sometimes I wish I was among my alumnae friends, I just want to be done with college, and the amount by which I have to help you...” Kaila replied, with a frown on her face.
“That's why I love you, you are so selfless and ready to help.” He said, smiling, and then leaned in and kissed her.
Makaila wasn't completely AVERSE to her boyfriend, but she was longing for someone else.
Jason would be such a better boyfriend, she thought and sighed.
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