This one’s one of my favourites, and a worthy way of launching this site! I love it for so many reasons that it’s just impossible not to share! Okay, so this story started back in 2002, when I was a high schooler. Let me tell you, I was a pretty dumb 15-year-old – ever seen a person who went to parties, but never socialized with more than 2-3 people? That’s 15-year-old me, right there. A friend would say “Hey, let’s go out for the night, John is throwing a party at his place”, and I’d say “Sure” literally just because I wanted to get out of the house. So go to John’s place (not really John, but I’ll be changing everyone’s names in my stories anyway – anonymity is important), we hang out, play some “Goldeneye” on his old N64, have a fun time.
And then I see her. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life. Fiery red hair, deep, green eyes like emeralds, ivory skin, and just a few freckles across her nose. She’s brilliant, way out of my league. So I turn to my friend (let’s call him Mark) and ask “Who’s this lady?” and he says “Forget it, dude, that’s Helen, she’s set to go into Harvard, way out of your league”. Helen was 17 at the time, sitting to our side at the table and drinking on her own, looking in the distance. So I tell Mark that he has to be the wingman of the century and score me Helen’s phone number. And I’ll be damned if the guy didn’t deliver!
To make a long story short, it turns out that I totally clicked with the girl who was supposedly out of my league, and a few weeks after the party we officially became a couple. We had a wonderful relationship for about 8 months before she had to leave for university. She didn’t manage to get into Harvard, but she was still accepted into a very high-profile school while I had to leave for college. We decided that a long-distance relationship just wasn’t going to work out for us, and as such agreed to part on good terms – no hard feelings, it was just life that got in the way. It happens.
Four years later, I was a second year in university and was, as usual on a Friday evening, at a party. I have to say that college really helped me open up, so at that party I was actively having fun with people I’d never met before. We’re chatting, enjoying a beer, having a discussion about something or another, and then she comes in. That fiery hair. Those deep eyes. Even the freckles. There’s no way I couldn’t possibly recognize Helen. Every single little detail, right down to her favourite clothing style (jeans and a blouse) was a match. So the guys see me staring at her, and one of them just goes “Forget it, man, that’s Helen. She’s way out of your league”, and I just say “Dude, that’s my ex! I’m gonna go say hi!” So I go… And she pretends like she doesn’t even know me. The reason for this may surprise you.
To Be Continued.