Frances

Some girls just love to lead guys on. Others have no clue what they themselves want. I think this girl fell in between both these categories. Now, bless my friends for trying to help, but man if only they could find more sane suitors for me I would not always end up looking like a fool. This girl came from my best friend Steven's girlfriend Andrea. Frances was one of her so-called close friends. She seemed liked a nice enough girl. She was cute, that was easy to see. I am always skeptical of the cute ones. If they are single there is usually a good reason as to why.

I met Frances at my brother's annual birthday party, Stephenstock. It was his second big birthday party, but the first one where we sent out fliers and had a huge turn out. Stephenstock was such a great time. Frances came with Steve and Andrea. I never really met any of Andrea's friends. She usually just came around with her sisters, so I may or may not have met Frances before. I can't really recall. Their group was all dressed up as hippies or something. I guess hearing the name Stephenstock made them think Woodstock, so they dressed accordingly? Who knows. Either way she caught my eye and I took what opportunity I had to talk to her and try and score her number.

The day was going great. I was talking to a cute girl, the party was kicking, everyone was having a great time, and most importantly I was talking with a cute chick! We did not have any life altering conversations, but we talked enough to know that we knew there was a mutual attraction going on between us. If you exclude the pointless drama going on involving Andrea's younger sister Diana and two of my friends, I would say it was a very wonderful day. At the end of the night I did muster up the courage to go up and get Frances' number. She willingly offered it to me and that was that.

We met again soon enough. I forget why, but something brought us together at the beach. I might as well point out that it was also nighttime when we arrived at the beach. It offers a different mood I suppose. It was me and Frances, as well as Gonzalo and Diana. I can not recall where Steven and Andrea were, we might have taken separate cars there. Either way the two "couples" split off to give each other their room to do whatever they wanted to do. We did not do much other than talk. We did talk a lot, as we walked along the beach. We talked about our families, and our future. We talked about what we wanted in a partner and what turned us on and off. we talked about marriage and where we saw ourselves in the next couple of years. These were all questions I considered standard for someone who was probing someone they saw promise in. All in all I felt pretty good about myself afterwards. I saw, what I thought was a genuine smile from this girl after everything was said and done. She held onto my arm as we walked back towards the rest of the group and it seemed nice.

Perhaps too nice.

After the night at the beach I received the usual cold treatment I was used to. I called and got no answer. I would text, but received no reply.

Typical.

Turns out this chick had an on and off again relationship with some Puerto Rican, and it just so happened that the dude came back into town right around this exact time. Just my luck!

Needless to say, that was the end of my stint with this chick. I have said it once, but I do not play second fiddle to anyone. It seemed she was done with me too, because she offered no rhyme or reason to her sudden departure. I did not see her again for a long time, and when I did I was already long since past caring for her and deep in my relationship with Amanda. She was just another cold hearted bitch I happened to come across in my path of life.

Such is life. She was never right for me. She was just another bump on the road to my soulmate. A better look at what I did not want in my significant other.