Canadian Dating

I’ve known T.Gags since seventh grade. To even think back that far is to remember a different… way different VK. To say I was awkward is an understatement, I wont get into it, just take my word for it. T.Gags was always nice to me. She invited me to sit down at her table which she shared with the most popular rich girls in our school . She didn’t really fell she fit in with them and it in that way we were both outcasts. We became close friends who couldn’t be separated at school. How close? I remember at the end of the year 7th grade, after sixth period English class walking down the hall with her, for no reason whatsoever, I got my first public boner. I was mortified, there was absolutely no reason for it to happen, nothing sexual or visually stimulating caused it to happen, it just thought on it’s own. T.Gags noticed that I had a weird look on my face and was not happy.

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Point being, in our middle school there was this stupid tradition where the football players would ask their girlfriends or hot chicks to wear their jerseys when there was home games. I never bothered asking anyone since I figured who’d want to come watch me play a 10 minute quarter. But on my last home game, knowing I was too pretty to ever play this smelly sport again, I asked T.Gags. She quickly answered yes with excitement in her voice (you would have thought I asked her to marry me), as I gave her the jersey the night before. The next day she wore it with beaming pride as she walked around the halls, the jersey of a B team strong safety. I can still here her yelling my name from the stands, cheering me on screaming louder than the rest of the crowd. For some reason the game didn’t seem that bad. Of course the last play of the game the team through a deep pass. It took me a second to realize what was going on (who the fuck goes deep during a B team exhibition game!). Luckily I got back and spazzsticly knocked the pass down like a retard. When I jumped in the air I realized that she’d sprayed her Victoria Secret body spray all over my Jersey before she gave it to me. Football and victory have never smelled sweeter. She stayed till after the “real” game to tell me how proud she was of me and how awesome I was. My own parents never saw me play or came to a game.

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The next summer’s visit was much like the first except for the last couple of night. At this point we were at that stage of our adolescence where our bodies became fully sexually aware. Although we didn’t have sex, we did a lot of other first to learn what it was all about. After I left that week I realized how cool hooking up with girls was. She started writing me frequently, every other week. I respond for a while but once school started I stopped writing back and I’m sure it hurt her feelings some. We barely stayed in touch calling about once every six weeks. The next time I saw her was the summer before my freshman year. At this point she was fully grown and developed as a woman. She looked as Italian and beautiful as her mother did at her age back in the late 60’s. We were excited because she was going to be attending college in Virginia and our schools would be less than an hour apart. I also got to meet her high school boyfriend who she’d been dating for the past couple of years and who was also attending the same school. Of course once we both got to our colleges we’d make plans but never hangout. In four years I saw her once. Life took us our separate ways and after school I went north and she went West with Mark. We’d talk briefly on IM but she was never on. Last year, a couple of months after my Vegas trip I saw her online and we discussed my trip and she invited me out to see her in LA. She was still dating and living with Mark in a house with a couple roommates and her little sister M.Gags.

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At the end of that school year she moved away to some shithole town known as Dillsburg in some foreign land known as Pennsylvania apparently next to a chocolate factory theme park thing. We’d write letters and stay in touch. We’d make long distance phone calls at night and I’d let her know what was going on with all her old friends in our brand new high school she would have gone to if she stayed. That summer her and her mom drove over two hours to pick me up and take me to visit her for week. We were close enough and weirdly plutonic enough that we slept together on spare mattresses put together in their basement floor. We spent most of our time catching up, watching movies, and playing video games.

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When she picked me up at the airport I could tell that LA did her well. Wearing chunky furr boots (but not uggs), nice sweat pants and a beater with big sunglass, she played the part of a West coast chick perfectly. We headed straight to sushi and some drinks close to her place in Pasadena . We caught up on what each other lives have been about the past 7 years. The subject turned to new tattoos since the last time she saw me I only had one. She then showed me the infinity sign that looks like the number 8 she got on her right wrist with her sister on her sisters birthday. Tripping out I show her the 8 that looks like an infinity sign I have on my left wrist that I got with my sisters on one of their birthdays. We both sat in silence for a minute as if the universe was trying to tell us something. I mean we haven’t seen each other in almost 8 years and her, me, M.Gags and my little sister have tattoos that look like 8? REALLY After sushi she asked if I was ready for LA and I told her that I brought a box of Durex, antibiotics and some baby wipes. We got in her car to drive back to her place.

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T.Gags: what’s wrong Me: remember what they told us would start happening in Sex Ed. ? T.Gags: (looking at me walking with the book in front of my junk; puzzled look on her face), Did you have a nocturnal emission during the day time? Me: Um no! (looking around whispering), it’s up. T.Gags: (devilish smirk)… Cool, Dude let me see. I think it was that moment that we moved from good friends to best friends. In 8th grade I had the great idea of playing football. First my mother laughed at me and said no, afraid I would damage my feminine physic or something. But I tried out and I made it but anyone who wasn’t paralyzed from the neck down made it. There was an A, B, and C squad and I sucked enough to make the B squad playing safety. I’m pretty sure the coach wanted me on the field but as far away from any action fearing a lawsuit. B squad offense/defense played one 10 minute quarter before the game really started. All I remember about football is that it was one hell of a stinky smelly sport.