Kristen

She was quite the looker, but I suppose she still is. I doubt I ever had a chance with this girl, but I always thought I did. I met Kristen during the period where I was working at SACC.

SACC is an after schooling child care program for college students. I was working with little children after school and watching them after their school was over until their parents could pick them up. That was a fun job. I did tons of fun activities. I went to theme parks with the kids, I played sports with them, I was there during the Lightning's title run, we had water slides, we did dances, we had stage performances, we did things we should not have done, and we even played Smash Brothers. It was a crazy fun job. Too bad it did not pay well and it was way out in the middle of nowhere.

Sorry I went off on a tangent. The school is where I met Kristen. She was a new student aide and she was breathtakingly beautiful. At the time she was hired, she was in a relationship and me, well I think you already know I was single and still searching for that elusive manfly known as love.

Right off the bat I could tell that this girl had the heart of an angel. She was super sweet, smart, and she had a very bright smile. She was very friendly and for once I do not think this girl truly knew how beautiful she was. She did not flaunt her looks, and she treated us all in a very friendly manner. She changed her hair color a lot too. I do not even remember if she was a natural blond or brunette at this moment.

We got to talking and as it turned out, we knew a lot of people in common. She was friends with my best friend Steven from high school. That seemed convenient for me. The two of us became friends easily enough. She had a warm personality and it seemed as though she always was paying attention when I said anything. That was something that always bothered me with women, and people in general. I never thought people were paying attention to me when I spoke my mind. I would say or try to say something and either people weren't paying attention or they just flat interrupted my train of thought. I guess I am just not that strong of a personality or no one really cares about what I have to say. Kristen was different. She listened.

Time moved on and it just so happened that Kristen and her boyfriend had broken up.

Yay!

I mean, that is a shame for her, but it meant that I had a potential shot at courting this girl. I always thought we had some sort of connection, so why not try? She was cute, she liked talking to me, she was a sweet hart, and I felt as though she was an honest person. Why not right?

Thing was...I did not want to jump all over her right after she broke up with her boyfriend. That seems a bit desperate to me. Give the girl some time to think about things, I mean she just ended a long relationship. I was not going anywhere, neither was she.

Or that is what I thought.

Turns out, I was mistaken to think other guys would also wait through her grieving period. Because they did not. The next time I had a thought that I should ask Kristen out on a date it was too late. She was already talking to another guy. He had swooped in before I ever had a chance. He must have been waiting for the right time to strike because he came out of nowhere.

In the end, the two started talking more frequent and I saw my chances begin to slip away. However, there was one night I felt as if I had as good of a shot to try to steal her away as I ever had.

It was one night where me my brother, Steven and Danny all went over to a mutual friends house. Kristen was there and I believe there was a Dave Mathews concert happening on TV at the time. That was in the background, because the rest of us were drinking and having a grand time. I remember there was a time when me and Kristen were alone in the kitchen. We just talked and joked about things. She was still with the guy, but perhaps there was a little bit of hesitation, because I saw her wane if not for just a second.

We seemed to be alone for awhile. We were mixing drinks and having just a jolly old time. When the drinks started to set in, we started getting a little extra friendly. There was fruit and we started feeding each other the alcohol induced foods to each other. I remember it clear as day that after I fed her a chocolate strawberry that she began to suck my fingers. You know in that sexual way. It was nice. I felt that we might have something. We were flirting and she was digging it to the tenth degree. I was smiling, she was smiling and giggling. It was a good time.

But that period in time did not last forever and we had to leave shortly after.  Funny thing was is that after working with her for so long I did not even have her phone number. I was not aggressive enough I suppose, but I hate trying to look desperate. This was the perfect opportunity to grab her digits though and I seized the moment.

It's funny how life works out somehow though. While I was acquiring her number my brother chimed in and seemed to ruin any mood we had or any momentum I had in wooing this girl. I doubt he meant to make me look bad, but I never recovered after this moment with Kristen. Here is how the scene went down.

I was in the kitchen with Kristen. We were still talking and I got around to asking her for her phone number. So I gave it to he, to which she replied, "Ok, I guess I will put you under Ryan number two since I already have a Ryan in my contacts."

I was not going to accept being number two in her contacts, "Oh, come on. I think you should make me Ryan number at least! I hate playing second fiddle."

She smiled, "Well....maybe I can put you under as Ryan R. How does that sound?"

My brother swoops in. I could see the devil in his eyes. He calmly walks up to us, and I could tell he was up to no good. "Why don't you add him as Ryan F in your phone."

I already knew where this was going. Kristen did not. She chuckled and asked him, "Ryan F?"

My brother with a stone cold face looks at her, not a gleam of humor in his demeanor and says, "Ryan Faggot," turns and walks away.

I was blown away.

Some other events happened after we left that house, but that is for another time and place dear reader.
Perhaps I never had a shot with Kristen. Not shortly after that incident did I hear that her and that certain guy had become a couple, but I felt something special that day if only for a moment.