The Tale of 7:38

          This story has been going on for awhile, and I've been debating whether or not to post it. It's more a personal thing than any of my rants, but I think it's still pretty entertaining. It about a month ago at work, and it ended just yesterday.

          Now, the story is about a girl that I'll refer to as 7:38. Why? A stupid comment she made a few weeks back. I had spent the day at her place, with very disappointing results, and my mother called to see when she should pick me up. I told her I'd stay however long I wanted, but that she was lucky and I was getting bored, so she should pick me up at around 7:30-8:00. I got off the phone and I told that to the girl, who by then was my girlfriend, and she said "7:38? That's really exact." Sadly, this was not the stupidest thing she had ever said.

          But let's go back to the start. I work at the local Swiss Chalet. I had worked there for about 6 months, hit on some of the better looking waitresses, insulted some of the uglier ones, but never caused any real problems. Until she started.

          Her sister, a 20 year old girl who worked out in the bar, was a fairly good looking girl, but the facts that she was 20 and that she had a boyfriend kept me from hitting on her. When she got her little sister a job though, I saw a better looking version, without a boyfriend, and my own age. I immediately decided that I would end up with her.

          Skip forward a bit, we've built up a bit of a friendship, I've found out that she failed grade one, which puts her in grade 8 while I'm in grade 9, and I've figured out that she likes me. She invites me to her place, I sense an easy opening, and I go. We spend most of the time kissing, but in between that I found out some more stuff about her. She's afraid of the dark, having her eyes covered, being carried, and her laundry room. I weighed all that against the fact that she was hot, and her looks won. She had also done some things that were a huge turn off, but also some that were a turn on, so that evened that out.

          Where's the problem? Well, other than her being one messed up chick, there was no problem. Yet. The problem happened later. After she stood me up, twice, I decided I didn't really care if we were going out anymore, but she ended up winning me back over. But then she started to get weird. She would hang up in the middle of conversations, she would freak out if I mentioned any of my exes and she would not stand for the mention of this one chick we both know. After awhile, she decided to end things, giving the excuse that ' You're in high school and I'm not and I can't see you every day. Let's just be friends, we'll go out next year.'

          Now, I must say, something must have been wrong with me, cause I got pissed. I went out, got in a fight, and woke up behind the town's convenience store. My hand was busted, which just made me more pissed. She ended up calling me, she heard about it, and she was apologetic, but I didn't care. I lost all interest in her until a later conversation.

Me: Hello?

7:38: Is Chris there?

Me: Yeah, It's me.

7:38: I have something to tell you.

Me: Ok, what?

7:38: No, I don't want to. It's to late. It's stupid.

Me: Alright, I'm gonna go then.

7:38: No! Stay!

Me: Then tell me.

7:38: I still like you.

Me: Ok. Let's hook up.

7:38: So now I'm just a booty call? Goodbye!

          After that she hung up. But she had sparked my interest, so I dragged it on. I even didn't mess around with other girls, just to keep her happy in the hopes of getting with her. Why was I so attached? She was hot. Very. I have to admit, I was thinking with the wrong head.

          We were supposed to hang out yesterday, she had planned some things with me, but of course, I didn't see them happening, having been stood up twice, so I made other plans just in case. They didn't happen. I called her in the morning to see if she could still hang out, and she hung up on me twice. Then later on, at around 3, she called me.

7:38: You're mad at me aren't you?

Me: Yeah, just a bit.

7:38: I know, I'm sorry.

Me: Don't worry, I knew you wouldn't show up, I made other plans.

7:38: Bye Chris!

          And she hung up again. By then, I was pissed. So I did what I always do when I'm pissed. I went outside, I punted a few babies, I kicked some old lady in the tits, and I beat up emos. After that amazing day, I had pretty much forgotten about her. But then I remembered that I was pissed, so I called her and said " Hey. Um, you've stood me up three times, you keep hanging up on me, and you're just generally pissing me off, so, yeah, we won't be going out next year. I'd tell you this in person, but I doubt you'd show up." Then I hung up.

          A few hours later, I got a call from one of her friends saying "7:38 never wants you to call her house again and she never wants you back. Bye" She probably thought she torched me pretty bad. I doubt she knew what I had said earlier, because she made it sound like she thought I still wanted 7:38.

          And that is the tale of 7:38. I would have posted it sooner, but I only decided yesterday that I did not want her, even though she was hot. I didn't post because I was under the assumption that I could still get into her pants. I probably still could, being as perfect as I am, but I no longer have the desire. And thus ends the story of 7:38.