Sunday, March 02, 2003

 

3/2/03

Girls are pretty.

I'd like to apologize to Kristina, Jasmine, Angie, Nikki, Nick and Jake. I thought maybe I'd get a bar of reception while up in the mountains....I was wrong. So, our conversations got cut Friday evening....sorry about that.
I can't tell you how many times during the retreat that I wanted to talk to someone who didn't have a penis.
Actually, yes I can...about every 15 minutes.
Though, I was lucky to be bunking w/ a grip of cats that I knew. We had some good talks and whatnot. Haha, top ranking would be our 4:00 AM chat on girls and relationships. Yes, once again, I got teased about being a romantist and whatnot. I ripped it up playing cards though, haha.
Now the other souls....another story. Honestly, I'm surprised some of these kids don't hit by cars. Others, you juss wanted to tell them, "For the love of God, stop talking!" and then immediately have an aneurysm and get sent to the nurse. Ok, I'm done being an ass. That was really only about....4 guys. Haha...now I feel bad.
At first, I desperately wanted to be somewhere else. At least I got to see the sunset. But over all, it was fun. Good food too. Not a bad way to spend the weekend.
We went on a hike too. Lemme tell you....the only thing that rivals a girl's beauty is nature's. At night, when you can see the city lights from atop of a mountain.....breathtaking sight. But enough about Nicole...I mean Kristina...I mean Raisa...I mean...nature? Where were we?

Right, so I come home and I take a shower followed by an hour nap interrupted by a phone call 15 minutes into it. Looks like I'm going to the movies. We were going to see Old Skool, but the R wing was being 'guarded' tonight, so we settled for Shanghai Knights because Raisa and Cliff hadn't seen it before. Haha, my 3rd time watching that movie and I still sport a sheepish smile during the 'singing-in-the-rain' fight segment. Said our G*nights and came home. And here I am...watching Blast from the Past, writing and reading Frankenstein.

Hey kids, do you wanna hear a story? I found out I might have a knack for this sort of thing...

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He laid there in his bed, on his back. He had taken in a lot of information today. Even some life-changing advice. But all he could think about was the number 8.
A curvaceous 8....with 2 arms....and 2 legs...a small 0 atop it. With succulent lips....oval eyes of a deep blue. He named the animated number after a good female friend of his.
He dreamt up a classroom full of numbers, reminiscing when he first laid eyes on her. Her 8 sat diagonally across the room, just like he remembered. He had got butterflies in his stomach just by thinking about her....in his vision, gazing at her.
He laughed at himself for taking 3 months before talking to her. She was the nice girl he had perceived. She was everything he'd imagine in perfection. However, he was perfectly old-fashioned and a perfect gentleman.
The definition of a gentleman is a man who goes beyond himself to make everyone around him comfortable. He was known as a sweetheart and a nice guy. So everything he had ever done was assumed to be out of the goodness of his heart when in reality he was subtly hinting his affection for this girl. He reverred her as a lady, not a pirate.
He felt sick and confused. He wondered if she ever felt the same. How she was everything he wanted, everything he needed...everything inside of him that he wished he could be. He said all the right things at exactly the right times but he meant nothing to her....and he didn't know why.
But he then remembered all the good times they had. And all the compliments they exchanged with one another. He thought of the possibilities. He no longer had those butterflies he always got when thinking about her. He now felt warm...huggable...cuddable...all good...
It felt like bedtime.

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I'm out.
-Ryan

Ryan posted this at 9:46 PM.