19 and Boy Crazy Prt 2

          Outside of work I would hang out with Brian (the 'he' in the in prt 1) at his place, with some of his other friends there. We went to see Texas Chainsaw Massacre with one of his other friends on a weekend we were both off. I don’t think he enjoyed my company though. I thought the movie to be lame. The theater we were in had those seats where you can lift up the arms to cuddle with your date and I spent pretty much the entire movie lifting the arm, and putting it down, then lifting it back up, and putting it down. I think I pissed him off at one point because he pointed out that I was being particularly annoying.

          Brian is also a practicing Pagan and I have always been curious about it so I asked him to teach me about it.  He was not comfortable with that I think because he would always change the subject if I brought it up. Another one of his friends worked with in a different department and I quickly became friends with him as well. Almost spending as much time with Shawn as I did Brian I got in trouble a lot of work for “not doing what I was supposed to.” I got my work done and then when I had a break I would go back to where Shawn worked and hang out with him and just talk about everything. I remember at one point Shawn had told me that if I was 20 years older or he was 20 years younger he would be compelled to ask me out, but knowing how I felt about Brian he figured I would say no regardless.  He was probably right. At that point in time I only had eyes for Brian. 91 days, exactly, after starting my new job, or should I say “place to meet boys” I was fired. I was young, stupid, naïve, and was more worried about my social life. I missed 3 days of work, showed up late, or snuck out early when my dad was on vacation.

          Brian had invited me over to his house for a Halloween party he was throwing after I got fired, which made me happy because I could still see him. My friends were looking for something to do that night so I thought it would be fun to take them all with me. Brian’s party was the night of Halloween, but I already promised my friend’s Scott, Shari, and April that I would hang out with them and take their little sister Ashley out trick-or-treating. So we decided that we would take Ashley out then head to the party after wards.

          When I got to Scotts dads house I noticed there was someone new there. Yet, the closer I got to this new guy the more he started to look familiar. His name was David and I worked when him when I was 17. I thought he was a complete man whore and ugly as hell, but he looked different after two years of not seeing him. Then I got this horrible, yet wonderful at the time, idea to take him with us to the party to see if taking another guy would make Brian jealous. The plan seemed great at the time, until it backfired on me.

          I spent most of the time at the party with David and we ended up making out the majority of the time. After trick-or-treating and the few hours we were at the party David and I decided we wanted to be together. After the party we all left and went back to Scott and David’s dads’ house to hang out. I ended up spending the night, which was nothing new. Their dad loved me and considered me family. David and I spent pretty much until morning making out. After that night we were inseparable. We spent every single day and night together.

          November 1, 2003 I spent the night with David at his own place, not even 24 hours after we became a couple. That night was when we conceived our child. I knew the very next morning when we woke up that I was pregnant. I woke up 5 minutes before him. I sat up in bed, feeling a little weird, then shouted “Oh SHIT!” Which woke David up, he looked at me asking what was wrong, but all I could get out was “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” I finally managed to get out the two words that began to change everything, “I’m pregnant.” His reaction was what got to me. All he said was “I know.”

19 and Boy Crazy

          I was 19 and all I cared about was boys. My dad had managed to get me a job where he worked and there were plenty of boys to ogle over. I worked the late shift so I went in around 5:30pm and got off work at 4:00am. I made good money too. Because I worked 45 hours a week all the money I made on Friday was over time. I couldn’t have been happier. Bring home around $500 every Friday and was broke by the following Tuesday. I went shopping and didn’t care that I wasn’t saving up any of my money. Little did I know that I would wish I had saved some of that money.

          Before I even started working there my dad told me that there was a guy he worked with that he just knew I would like. My dad has always been able to tell what type of guys I would be attracted too; Kind of scary really. Since my dad and I would be working the same shift we rode together. On my first day on the job I rode to work with my dad not quite sure what to expect or if I would even like working in a machine shop. As my dad was leading me through the shop to the front offices this magnificent man walked past us. He was not too tall, my height really, 8 years older than me, muscular arms, a Chuck Norris type of stomach (no 6 pack but made of steel), tattoos covering his arms, sleeveless shirt, skinny jeans (before they became popular 10 years later),  combat boots, and a long black braid going down his back. I literally stopped in my tracks and followed him with my eyes for about 30 seconds. My dad snapped me out of it by saying “Yeah that’s the guy I told you about.” I just HAD to find out who he was.

          It didn’t take long before I became friends with a girl who knew my mystery man. She told me his name, how old he was, what part of the shop he worked at, and that he was single. Then she spent two days trying to convince me to go talk to him. I may play like I have game, but I have none. I am shy, I stutter around guys I like, and I make an ass out of myself every time I open my mouth. She did, however, convince me to talk to him. She knew he spent his lunch breaks in the company gym and had already talked to him about me. She told me he was waiting for me in the gym to go talk to him. So scared out of my ever loving mind I went up to the gym, knocked on the door, and convinced myself that I was not going to die just by saying hi to him.

          Another guy that was working out in the gym answered the door, since you had to have a key card to get in, and let me in. There he was, on the bench press bench, shirtless and sweaty. Just seconds away from passing out due to holding my breath he said “hi.” Oh my damn did the word ‘hi’ ever sound like music. I sat in that gym the entire 30 minute lunch period trying to not get caught staring at this amazing physique that was in front of me covered in sweat. I swear I got off just by looking at him. He would say something, then I would mutter my response, then he would ask a question, and I would try to find the answer. How he did not think I was a complete idiot I do not know. Right before we went back to work I got the nerve to ask him if he would want to hang out sometime after work and much to my surprise he said yes. I ran away quickly after that because my face got extremely hot and as red as a burnt lobster. I was happy to find out he thought me as cute and adorable. That made my ever loving day!

          He and I ended up being really good friends who flirted in a seriously sexual way. We never really went on a date or anything like that. I would spend every break and lunch break with him while I worked at the shop. I would go over to the part he worked at and just hang out with him during those times. He worked with graphite so there was black dust everywhere. His favorite thing to do was put his hands in the graphite dust and put hand prints all over me; mostly on my boobs or butt. I had this green hoodie that I wore all the time and one lunch break I had taken it off because it was very hot and he took it upon himself to draw all over it (I still own it) with a dragon, my name, and a face on the hood. I treasured that thing. I was a horrible flirt, but it was easy with him. He made me feel so comfortable. When I was not spending my time physically with him we were texting. I can honestly say that I was head over heels in love with him, but I was always scared to pursue anything and was afraid he just looked at me like the annoying 19 year old I thought I was. Why would he, at 27, want to be with me?