The woman I’ve always loved

I went to Vegas last weekend.  That’s not the beginning of the story; I’m just letting you know where we’re going to end up.

I met her in the sixth grade.  She and I went to a small community school where I didn’t fit in very well.  It was a country town, and I was a city boy.  Nothing much interested me except sex and computers and cookies, and the activities the other kids did were mostly football and blowing shit up.  Not my cup of tea.

Anyway, she and I had science together, or math.  Who gives a fuck?  She had glasses, a great smile, and boobs.  They were sixth grade girl boobs, but I had a sixth grade boy penis.  It’s not like she was getting a great deal out of it.

We flirted.  It was the silly kind of flirting that consisted of poking each other and giggling like fucking retards.  But she never put out.  Sixth graders are so prude.

I hated the country so I moved to the city.  Ten years passed.

So I’m sitting in a computer class in college when she walks in and sits down next to me.  After the ‘oh my god, it has been so long’ talk, we resumed flirting.  This time, it mostly consisted of making fun of each other and giggling like fucking retards.  But she never put out.  I hated myself this time for not having large enough balls to seal the deal.  Fuck. Everything.

I hated that city, so I moved to San Francisco.  Ten years passed.

I get a random Facebook message from her saying she’ll be in Vegas the same time I will be.  Ten years had gone by since the last time I talked to her so I had no idea who the hell this girl was.  After a few messages back and forth, I remembered all the great things about her.  The glasses, the smile, the cute country tang in her accent.  

Anyway, we met in Vegas and fucked in a bathroom.  (Hi reddit)