CharlieSometimes it almost seems like what I find most attractive in a girl is how much trouble she can cause me.
Take Pat, for instance. I was walking into the coffee shop while she was walking out. Literally did a double take. She was gorgeous.
Which I let her know in the most clear and direct way I know how.
Pat is also very good at clearly communicating her attraction.
I asked her out right away, of course.
We went to the bowling alley and while I was checking out a lane for us, would you believe it, she hooked up with someone else?
I never even got my coffee. There's only one way to get over a night like that. Work out until you're ready to fall down
And then be a dope and call her the next morning.
What can I say? I thought we might have a chance at putting it back together.
After that, I buckled down and concentrated on my schoolwork. I aced my exams
and celebrated, Charlie style!
We'd been hitting the books pretty hard and the term was almost over, so I decided that it was the perfect time to throw one last blowout party. But as soon as I'd sent out the invitations, it was one disaster after another. First, the kitchen caught fire:
Luckily, Hal's the sort who always keeps his head in a crisis. Put that out and replaced the stove, but before the first guest arrived it seemed like every single plumbing fixture in the house broke at the same time.
But hey, when things break, that's just an opportunity to meet someone new, and the repairman was happy to stay for the party afterward.
Somehow we got it all cleaned up in time for the party to start. It was a pajama party, but soon after it started, I caught Hal sneaking out with that sweet kid Dusty. Something about an art project.
He came back inside afterwards like a man on a mission and ended it with Samantha.
Don't know what's going on there, but I made a mental note to ask him about it later. Much later, as it turns out, since right about then a cop showed up to shut the party down. We talked for a bit and instead of kicking everybody out, she kind of got into the spirit of things. A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, so I'll let these pictures do the talking:
Let's just say that more got wrecked in our bathrooms that night than sinks and toilets. Girl. wore. me. out.
Hal and Dusty were spending more time together too. I finally asked him what was going on there and he got all cagey about it. Said that, for this one, if he fell, he'd fall hard, so he wants to make sure he finds out as much as he can about her before he tries to take it to the next level. I told him that made no sense to me whatsoever, but if it makes him happy... we all always knew he was the smart brother, so who am I to argue?