motions…distracted. The required pleasantries were as much as I was willing to give. Lately that had really just been my life.
The introduction led to an unbearably awkward silence. Great. Get me the hell out of here. Trying to come up with something to say to my wedding partner, I asked her some lame question about the wedding while I searched for my brothers in the crowd, hoping they would come and rescue me sooner, rather than later. I wasn’t even listening to her answer…until she did something so unusual, so out of the blue that I was forced to pay attention. Casey Caldwell played a joke on me.
It might not seem like a big deal to most, but to me it was a downright shocking thing to do. People who met me for the first time just assumed, because of my dark past, that I couldn’t take a joke. It was a reaction that I’d grown accustomed to and one I’d come to expect. Only those closest to me knew I had a good sense of humor.
But here was some random girl playing a joke on me! I was more than a little intrigued. All the sudden this indistinguishable stranger blossomed before my very eyes. My fatigue vanished. For the first time in a long time I was wide awake. And I was shocked to discover just how beautiful this girl standing before me was. How had I not seen her before? God, those shiny brown eyes, that smoking hot body, and those dimples! I was mesmerized. As if making up for lost time, I hung on her every word with unmasked enthusiasm. Casey probably thought I was some inexperienced little boy the way I was smiling and flirting. But I couldn’t help myself. The way she called me out…her witty comebacks…her boldness…I was awestruck. She was unlike any girl I’d ever met and I felt an immediate and intense attraction to her. She had it all…funny, smart, confident, interesting, and sexy. And the way she interacted with me…there was no fussing, no excited babbling, no declarations of undying devotion…Casey just talked to me like I was any other person…completely unaffected by my stardom. It was clear that she wasn’t a groupie. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if Casey was a fan and the idea of meeting a girl with a totally clean slate appealed to me more than I could ever say.
When my mom called me away, I didn’t want to leave. It was such an odd reaction for me. Usually I couldn’t wait to get away from conversations with strangers but after ten minutes of talking to Casey, somehow, she was no longer in that category.
Leaving the restaurant I was distracted, anxious…giddy.
“What?” Kyle questioned, eyeing me suspiciously.
“What do you mean what?” I asked.
“You’re acting weird.”
“How am I acting weird?”
“I don’t know…you’re like all cheerful and shit.”
“So you think it’s weird when I’m happy?” I asked.
“Sort of, yeah.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled. His assessment annoyed me.
“So?”
“So, what?”
“Jesus Christ Jake! What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I just met that girl,” I mumbled. “Damn…she’s a smoke show.”
Kyle eyed me skeptically. “Yeah well I hate to burst your bubble, J, but she was hitting on me earlier.”
“Seriously?” I asked, my stomach dropped. I was way more disappointed than I should have been after just meeting the girl.
“Yeah, during the rehearsal.”
“Casey was hitting on you?” I questioned, trying to clarify Kyle’s claim. It just didn’t seem like her but…God…how would I know? Maybe she was just putting on a show for my benefit.
“I don’t know what her name was, dude, but her tits…damn.”
“Wait are you talking about the brunette or the blond?”
“The blond with the enormous…,” Kyle finished the sentence by holding his hands out like he was juggling melons.
I felt instant relief. “I was talking about the brunette, Casey.”
“The last girl you were talking to?”
“Yeah.”
“Did she have big tits too?”
“What’s it with you and big tits today
The introduction led to an unbearably awkward silence. Great. Get me the hell out of here. Trying to come up with something to say to my wedding partner, I asked her some lame question about the wedding while I searched for my brothers in the crowd, hoping they would come and rescue me sooner, rather than later. I wasn’t even listening to her answer…until she did something so unusual, so out of the blue that I was forced to pay attention. Casey Caldwell played a joke on me.
It might not seem like a big deal to most, but to me it was a downright shocking thing to do. People who met me for the first time just assumed, because of my dark past, that I couldn’t take a joke. It was a reaction that I’d grown accustomed to and one I’d come to expect. Only those closest to me knew I had a good sense of humor.
But here was some random girl playing a joke on me! I was more than a little intrigued. All the sudden this indistinguishable stranger blossomed before my very eyes. My fatigue vanished. For the first time in a long time I was wide awake. And I was shocked to discover just how beautiful this girl standing before me was. How had I not seen her before? God, those shiny brown eyes, that smoking hot body, and those dimples! I was mesmerized. As if making up for lost time, I hung on her every word with unmasked enthusiasm. Casey probably thought I was some inexperienced little boy the way I was smiling and flirting. But I couldn’t help myself. The way she called me out…her witty comebacks…her boldness…I was awestruck. She was unlike any girl I’d ever met and I felt an immediate and intense attraction to her. She had it all…funny, smart, confident, interesting, and sexy. And the way she interacted with me…there was no fussing, no excited babbling, no declarations of undying devotion…Casey just talked to me like I was any other person…completely unaffected by my stardom. It was clear that she wasn’t a groupie. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if Casey was a fan and the idea of meeting a girl with a totally clean slate appealed to me more than I could ever say.
When my mom called me away, I didn’t want to leave. It was such an odd reaction for me. Usually I couldn’t wait to get away from conversations with strangers but after ten minutes of talking to Casey, somehow, she was no longer in that category.
Leaving the restaurant I was distracted, anxious…giddy.
“What?” Kyle questioned, eyeing me suspiciously.
“What do you mean what?” I asked.
“You’re acting weird.”
“How am I acting weird?”
“I don’t know…you’re like all cheerful and shit.”
“So you think it’s weird when I’m happy?” I asked.
“Sort of, yeah.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled. His assessment annoyed me.
“So?”
“So, what?”
“Jesus Christ Jake! What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I just met that girl,” I mumbled. “Damn…she’s a smoke show.”
Kyle eyed me skeptically. “Yeah well I hate to burst your bubble, J, but she was hitting on me earlier.”
“Seriously?” I asked, my stomach dropped. I was way more disappointed than I should have been after just meeting the girl.
“Yeah, during the rehearsal.”
“Casey was hitting on you?” I questioned, trying to clarify Kyle’s claim. It just didn’t seem like her but…God…how would I know? Maybe she was just putting on a show for my benefit.
“I don’t know what her name was, dude, but her tits…damn.”
“Wait are you talking about the brunette or the blond?”
“The blond with the enormous…,” Kyle finished the sentence by holding his hands out like he was juggling melons.
I felt instant relief. “I was talking about the brunette, Casey.”
“The last girl you were talking to?”
“Yeah.”
“Did she have big tits too?”
“What’s it with you and big tits today
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