Here we go again post #14

Here we go again

July 2003

I’m Florida again. I’m really starting to hate this place. I tell myself to never come here again and every year I find myself back here. This tournament has been nothing but drama for me since I’ve been going.

My new form has been looking better after every tournament I’ve been too. Turtle has started to realize that beating me won’t be easy anymore. The last tournament, I started to notice that his form was starting to look a bit similar to mine. Which bothered me a bit. He beat me last month. But I’m closing the gap between us. People were starting to believe my musical form is better then his. The problem now is having the judges see it that way.

I started to realize that the friends Atlanta and I shared have all started to hang with her and turtle and I was left out. Which is understandable. I don’t really have much in common with them. I’ve always been a lone wolf anyways.

My form is feeling a lot better. No more free styling and after every tournament I’m able to tweak it to be sharper. I should be able to beat turtle hands down.

I’m sitting and stretching waiting for the tournament to begin. Watching Atlanta and the gang hanging out and having a good time. Which is annoying for some reason. Then out of the blue a girl approaches me.

She says hi and acts as though she knows me. She is beautiful. She has fake dark red hair. Which I think is very sexy. Her eyes are piercing green. Her body is amazing. Up to this point I still haven’t spoken to a girl since Atlanta left me. This conversation will be quite interesting.

“Do you remember me?” she asks.

I try hard to remember this girl. How do I not remember meeting a hottie like this? I begin to point my finger at her trying so hard to remember who she is. I’m hoping by the time my finger is pointing at her I would remember her.

“ummm… nope.” I reply

Shameful. That was a smooth move. I’m starting verbal vomit right now. You know when you thinking about something in your head and instead of it just being a thought it find’s a way out of your mouth.

“I sat with you last year here at the finals” She said

She did? I didn’t make a move on her? I’m terribly confused right now. There is no way in hell I could have let a girl like this get past me. I try real hard to remember her. Digging deep into my mind. I go for the finger point thing again. As my finger begins to rise to her again.

“Oh yeah…(long pause)… I don’t remember”

Lame. This is getting really bad. I still have no idea who this girl is, but I really want to get to know her. She is crazy sexy. I’m hypnotized just looking at her. Then a glimmer of hope comes.

“Wait a minute… I do remember you. We sat at the finals last year with a couple of friends. But I don’t remember your name” I said

But still how did I not go after this girl. Something is not right here. There is a disturbance in the force.

“My name is Trouble.”

I remember her now. She was after a friend of mine last year and that’s why I didn’t go after her. There was something else about her that I just couldn’t remember. Then it all comes back to me. Instead of the slow point. I instantly point at her going into a sudden stance. The stance is like a defensive stance when you know you been doing something wrong and you just realize it.

“I totally remember you know. You were friends with Gossip. You were 16 last year right?” I said

“yeah” she replied

“and now… your 17?” I asked

“ yup” she said

“ wow, well you look great. It was nice talking to you. I got to go now”

I ran in fear of losing my life.

Wow did I feel like a pedophile. I was undressing her with my eyes through out that whole conversation. I feel grossed out. But I couldn’t deny that she was a hottie. That was too bad.

My division had finally started. I’m stoked. I can’t wait to beat turtle. I’m not seeded so I have to draw cards to see when I will go. Seeded competitors go at the end of the division after the rest of the competitors. It’s a way to reward people who are spending a lot of money every month to go to each of the circuit tournaments.

I finished my form. The reception of it has been getting better and I feel I performed a solid form. What would happen next blew me away.

Turtle was beginning his form. The very first move of his form looked a lot like my move. Starting from the judges he through a trick that landed him to the back of the ring. It was very similar to what I’ve been doing.

As I watched his form. His form looked a lot like mine. When he finished. He had stolen the whole format of my form. I couldn’t believe it. He just did my form.

I have never witnessed plagiarism at this level of competition. Then his scores were given. He beat me. Wow he had just beaten me with my own form. First he steals my girlfriend then he steals my form. I was in total shock. But I was powerless. What was I going to do? Confront him and call him a biter. He beat me fair and square. There is no rule that said he couldn’t do that. How was I going to ever beat him again? I have never felt so defeated before.

On top of all of this. I had no one to talk to about what just happened. All the people I knew were better friends with turtle. I hate this tournament with a passion.

I sulked for a while trying to think of what I was going to do with myself now. It was the only division I had and I was done for the entire weekend. All I had now was free time. So I decided to keep my mind occupied with my favorite distraction. Not video games but the company of a female.

Yeah she was 17 but I didn’t want to hook up with her. I just wanted someone to hang out with. Its not like she wanted to hook up with me. She was just being nice. As long as I don’t make any moves this will be harmless.

I walked up to Trouble and started up conversation with her. She was easy to talk to. Pretty young thing. She will definitely makes this weekend go by faster. It was actually nice to just talk with a girl without wanting to hook up for once. I don’t think I was ready to dive right in like that. It has been almost 2 years since I’ve even spoken to a girl.

I spent almost every moment of the weekend with her. She was easy to talk to and easy on the eyes. I couldn’t have wanted a better distraction.

“I need to check in with my dad” she told me

I thought to myself. Aww isn’t that cute, she had to check in with her dad. I haven’t met him yet. She told me that he was a karate school manager and one of my teammates came from his school. I walked with her to check in with her dad.

The dad was really friendly. We talked about karate for a bit. He asked if Trouble and I had eaten yet. We said no. He offered me to have dinner with them. I really didn’t want to have dinner with them. But I felt obligated to join them because he offered.

I really hope that he wasn’t thinking that I was trying to hook up with his daughter. That would be all bad. This dinner could go really bad.

We sat down in the restaurant. I was fearful of a silent dinner and struggling to spark conversation. The funny thing is that it was the complete opposite. I spoke with the father the whole time. I rarely spoke with problem. Dinner went great. Of course conversation with her father would be easy. She learned it from him.

As we left dinner. She garbs my arm and tells me that he likes me.

What is that supposed to mean? She said it in way that puzzled me. Reminded me of a time when I was a teenager and would meet parents of girls I hung out with. I think I’m in trouble.

We spent the rest of the night together. Just talking. I couldn’t believe we had to so much to talk about.

We sat together watching the finals. Then it all went down hill from there. She sat close to me. She rubbed her arm on mine. I think she is coming on to me. This isn’t right. I need to distance us. But why do I? did I have intention of sleeping with her. I would never let that happen. So why not just go with the flow. So I said fuck it. She was a nice girl that had kept me company all weekend. Why not just have fun.

So I put my hand on her thigh. She held onto my arm. It was warm and comfortable. We spent the entire show being cuddly. I turned and looked at her. She looked happy. For the first time in a long time the feeling of being wanted by a girl came back. I’ve missed it so much.

She looked up at me. I loved looking at her. Her eyes were so beautiful. Then she pulled me towards her. Then we kissed. After we kissed I looked at her and smiled. She squeezed my arm and smiled back. It was such an innocent moment. I turned and watched the show again. I could have stared at her the whole night. But I know what would happen if I kept staring at her.

Lets just keep this innocent and sweet. The finals ended and we spent the rest of night walking talking and making out here and there. I felt like I was a teenager again.

It was getting late and she had to go back and meet her dad. It was a great night and I wanted to keep it that way. I didn’t want this to go any farther. Lets just keep this a great memory. I’m not going ask her for her phone number.

As we headed towards where her farther was. She asked me for my phone number. Nooooooo. I didn’t want to give it to her. It’s happening again. We exchanged numbers. I thought if I didn’t call her, she wont call me. So it will be ok.

I swear I’m such an idiot when it comes to predicting what girls will do.