We talked. We laughed. We did everything that anonymous couples did in a cheesy diner milkshake shop did. And I wasn’t a dork. I started to realize that I could tell Andrea anything. ANYTHING. She didn’t think i was an idiot because there was no way you could compare The Star Wars Prequels to Episodes 4, 5, and 6. Who cares that the FX weren’t as awesome in the 70’s – Han Solo was a man, and let’s face it, Princess Leah was HOT.
And who the hell was Jar Jar anyways?
She shared my love of Starcraft and “OH MY GAWD, I can’t wait for Starcraft II,”
“When IS THAT coming out anyways?” She asked.
“I know, right?”
Tom and Rick had been wrong about her. She was, in every way, the greatest girl in the world for me. And even tho’ she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, I no longer felt small around her. Guys like me COULD be special by girls like HER.
I looked at the clock on the way, “Jesus, I need to get back, it’s nearly 10pm,”
“Can you walk me home?”
“Are you kidding?”
I’d be late getting home that night.