Christine (Part 1 of 2) - This Is Trouble

Christine (Part 1 of 2)

She was the roommate of my good female friend. She had that blonde, girl-next-door kind of look. She’d also grown up in a town close to me.

I’d hung out with her in a group a couple of times, went to a concert with her once (very casually), and then eventually we ended up going to the beach together one night.

I was one of the cool kids who had his own car, a rarity for a freshman in college. That car could have gotten me so much pussy if I’d just known what I was doing…

Anyways, that night at the beach.

I’d still never kissed a girl in my life, and was nearly 19 years old. I distinctly remember, as we walked on the beach with the waves crashing on the shore, her hand brushing mine a half dozen times.

Game-savvy me now of course realizes that was a clear indicator of “TAKE MY HAND YOU CHICKEN SHIT!”, but 18 year old me just thought it was an accident.

We sat down on the pier and looked out at the Pacific Ocean. It was probably 11pm, and we were the only souls on the beach.

She sat right next to me and brushed her thigh against mine for good measure. She looked right in my eyes and held the eye contact. I saw the glimmer in those big blue eyes.

And I looked away.

The next time I looked back the look on her face had changed drastically. I know now.

The desire vanished, just like that. She saw me for what I was – a coward.

The glimmer was gone.

I didn’t see her for three years, until I picked her up in my new car, after I’d gone through my Game transformation, and was living the life.

I’ll tell you the rest of that story Wednesday.

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