BU BU BU!!!

My Bradley years began in excitement and bugs. I moved in to a basement with a bunch of buddies. This basement was full of flies and grasshoppers. It was dark, moldly, and generally disgusting. I made a little less disgusting. It was free rent though, so I went through it. Looking back.. I dont know if I would live in the basement again, but being poor.. I got free rent and I was able to live in a house with a bunch of friends.
Grad school was new and excited, and I remember I was suprised at 1) That I was the only American 2) That everyone was older than myself. It was a great time in my life though. The Rusty Pole...but back to my toils.
So my first "Bradley" interest was Jaime..or Ji-mae.. as Moes called her. She always acted interested, but we never seem to get together. Eventually, we started hanging out, and I started doing sweet things for her.. Bringing her food, notes.. all that romantic crap. She was the type of girl that was kind of town-boyish.. but she had a boombastic body. It went on that way. Gradually, I chipped away at her, I think. I would hang out with her and her freshman friends, even though I really didnt want to. Just to see her. It was hard to read her, and I was a little bit insecure because she never expressed emotion. I always had to hear how much she liked me through her friends.
There are a few things worth note though, before I come to the end. I used to drive to her place (about an hour away) just to spend time with her. We would sit there and talk and watch tv for hours.. She always stroked my hair when we were cuddling. I liked that. The times that it was just me and her. New Years Eve we spend in Chicago. It was awesome. $20 all you could drink. It was a perfect New Years, and I got to kiss her at mid-night. It was a memoriable kiss. The Chicago Skyline in the background. I think it was the best New Years I have ever had, still to this day.
Now eventually, I grew tired of trying and not really ever gaining. I mean, we were making out, but it would never advance, and she said that she wasnt ready for a relationship.. Let me stop you, if a woman ever says those words, say "take a hike". So I stopped calling, hanging out...everything.
One night, about 6 months later, she called me saying that she was ready for a relationship. I said that I would call her to hang out. I never did. I knew I was over those childish games. Plus, I dont want a saint by any means, but when sex is not involved..and you want it to be.. it gets complicated.
One side note: I did have a brief run-in with a girl named Emily who used to hang out with us. She got drunk one night, slept over.. didnt say anything..left.. and then told me that she wasnt interested. I dont know what to make of this, but I figure it makes a funny tidbit, and I would include it. They wonder why I am a man-cub...lol
That brings us to the Saga....known as Kristen.
Where to begin.. I guess.. Myspace. She was man-hunting.. as she sometimes does, and found me on myspace. We chatted a little bit, but I wasnt sure what to make of it. To be honest I am not sure how I feel about women who try to contact you via myspace, or at least I didnt at the time. So eventually, I agreed to meet her at wing-dings. I can remember seeing her for the first time. She was wearing a green shirt. She had curly blonde hair, and was cute. I started talking to her...and eventually we went to her bar..Richards.. Excuse my tone, but this is like Jesus telling the story of the beginning of the Bible...it seems so small when you know how the story turns out.
Thats where it began. I sat there, talking to her. I have to tell you something, a confession. I have a mini-gift. I have the ability to read people. I think that I can tell a person true persona. I could see right through her. I dont think that she has/had that ever happen to her before. Maybe thats why she got so interested. I am not really sure, all I knew is that she was the typical "tough" exterior with a marshmellow interior. Although there was nothing purely typical about her, except that I was a deuche bag....