Twisted

Chapter 1

So is this how its going to be? Casual and awkward conversations, dry and straight to the point. I don't know what more he could possibly want from me. I am a 21 year old straight-A student at CU (well a few B's but not so often). I have a gorgeous, oh-so-girly apartment just up the street, not more than a block away from campus. I have a boyfriend--okay more like HAD-- and I really don't miss him. Brad. I don't think he wanted me as much as I thought. I actually didn't have feelings for him, so the trivial months I had spent withhim were almost torture. I've been single more or less a year and a half now --excluding the ridiculously childish relationship I had with Brad. I guess I could say I'm not sure what it feels like to "date". I'm pretty clueless on what to do --yes, its been that long. I've just been skipping around. Looking for a guy for me but I'm not so impatient. I can wait. I'm a little particular when it comes to who I want. No, I'm not into cheesy things like caring, sweet and all that jazz, but, I want an ideal guy. A guy that knows how to hold me and how to speak sensation in my ears. I will just have to wait, wait for that tall, insanely handsome and sculptured guy. Though I have to admit, I've been a little green-eyed about most of my friends relationships. I felt like their getting a move on in life and I'm the ugly duckling left to sink deeper in the quicksand. My one friend Zelda, has had so many guys fall to their knees for her, and every time that happened, I was always the third wheel that was either tagging along or I had to slowly walk away as they awkwardly sexualised each other. My other friend, Gizelle--drop dead gorgeous-- has a guy that would do anything for her, or even to her. Anyhing that would bring up her broad and Snow White teeth. I admire him. She can't stay mad at him, I don't know anyone who can. He's like a puppy, even when he pees on your bed, you'll somehow find yourself stroking his back at the end of the day. I have quite a large quantity of friends, but Zelda and Gizelle are my closest.

I often get a feeling that people feel sorry for me. I mean the last time I was on a blind date, it was because both Zelda and Gizelle were going on a double date. The guy was just plump. He had bad breath and he couldn't stop drinking the champaign that I orderd. I won't even begin to think of his name. I think it was related to a country or a small state no one cared about. I can't say I'm ugly. Actually, I've been told countless times on how my lips are the perfect pout and how my eyes are beautiful, faint and dusty brown. I have a beauty spot just above my top lip, which proves my glorious beauty--not that I'm bragging. So then why do people feel sorry for me? If I wanted to to go on a date with a guy that fills the whole dining table then dammit, I could go get my horizontally gifted man. I don't like pity.