un histoire: partie un

I should probably tell you the story of Kimberly.

Kimberly and I met in the fall of my freshman year in high school. She was a sophomore and a guard girl. I was a freshman and a drummer. We noticed each other. I remember her making playfully sexy faces at me when we would walk by each other before we even spoke. She still swears she never made any kind of face at me at all.

The first time we ever interacted was at a Band Booster Club Meeting in September of that year. By that time we both knew we wanted to flirt, so I sat down with her in the students section of the meeting, got good and comfortable with her and then proceeded to draw all over her legs with a crayola marker. It was mostly little stick figures or something stupid, but there was one bad thing I wrote….”Cameron was here ———>” and the arrow went northward from her knee.

I talked to her briefly in the few days following. For about a month afterwards we just kinda became friends. I was pretty shy around her, so friends was not the right word. Maybe we could have called it a “testing the water” stage. I just loved walking around campus at school with her because she had a great set of legs.

Looking back on it, perhaps I was out for sex. Though that was not the first thing on my mind, it was in there somewhere. During the first month of our relationship, however, I learned that that would not be happening between us.

So why didn’t I quit right then?