I have been in love and out of love. I have been in relationships and out of relationships. Hell, I have even been proposed to. In my twenty eight years of life there has not been a single woman that could keep up or deal with me. Maybe because all the women grew up and moved out of a college town and left behind only the girls.
I had tried the dating sites, speed dating and even a professional matchmaker. None of it worked. I had long ago given up on going to a bar and bringing home a mystery woman to please me for the night. That was just not me.
So on Thursday night I found myself standing in the cool spring evening in front of the movie theatre on G Street for a blind date. After checking my cell phone for whta felt like the millionth time, I finally saw that glowing bluish message that said that I had received a text message. It said, “Boo!”. Which is an odd thing for a text message to say.
“Boo!” came a loud voice behind me and I jumped, like any sane person with a healthy fight or flight reflex of course.
I whipped my head around and saw standing before me the most beautiful woman I had ever met. She was about five nine and wore a simple blue dress that not only accentuated the natural curves of her body, but did not make her look like a weekend bar slut. Her dark and curly hair cascaded down her back, while her very blue eyes seemed to laugh at my surprise.
“You look like you haven’t ever seen a hot gamer girl before!” She laughed and extended her hand. “I’m Lorwyn, and I will be your date for this evening!”
“Um, hi!” I said awkwardly and probably a little too loudly as I took her delicate looking hand in mine. “I’m George.”
“Ugh,” she said in a playful tone as her hand released from mine. “Hector was right. You are a bit awkward at first. But apparently you are worth knowing, so here I am.”
“You know,” I said, ignoring her little jab at my expense. “I don’t really want to go and see a movie tonight. You up for a walk instead?”
“Sure!” She said with a big smile on her face. “I’ve seen all of these anyway.”
I extended my elbow like the classy man I was, and she took it like the classy woman she was. As we set off down G street, I was on cloud nine. Lorwyn would not stop talking, and instead of being annoyed with it, I took in everything that I could. Before long, we had looped around a couple times and were headed down E street towards Highway 80.
“Hey, let’s go in there!” I said, pointing to the place across the street, Vito’s Pizza. “It has great pizza actually.”
“Yeah I know!” Was Lorwyn’s answer. “I always end up getting the pesto pizza. I am a sucker for the stuff, I mean it is so good!”
A great big smile was my answer and after we had ordered she went off to the bathroom. She returned with two slopping cups of draft beer.
“I didn’t know what you liked, so I got you a Stella Artois.” She said a little apologetically.
“I do enjoy the odd Stella here and there,” I said with a laugh. “And I have almost never turned down free booze!”
“You and me both!” she said with a big grin. “Some girls don’t like beer because it has a bitter flavor that their fragile taste buds can’t handle. I am not some girls.”
“No you’re not,” I said with a chuckle. “Not by a long shot.”
“So I have been prattling along all evening!” She said animatedly. “What’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?” I asked after I had finished a sip of the bubbling brew.
“What’s your story, man? What are you doing? Where are you going?”
“Well,”I said and though a moment. “I graduated from UCD in 2009 with a degree in Film Studies.”
“Ooooh! Film” she interrupted, very excited. “How many movies did you make? Have you worked for somebody famous?”
“Well, don’t let the name fool you. I learned almost nothing about production. It is the study of film and that’s it. I would have to go to film school or have had a completely different major in order to learn all of that stuff”
“Wow, so why didn’t you go to film school? Or at least down south where all that showbiz happens?” She asked.
“I got a scholarship here, and I didn’t get in down south.” I said as the waiter placed two plates on the table with giant slices of pizza on them.
“Oh? What for?” She asked and took a bite of the monstrous slice of pizza in front of her.
“I was in intercollegiate athletics in swimming.” I said, taking a small nibble of my slice’s crust. “I was a really good distance swimmer, and Davis was willing to give me a scholarship and nowhere else was, or could.”
“That is so cool!” She said with her mouth still a little full. “I was in soccer myself for all of high school, but I just couldn’t take the competition that went along with playing ICA soccer in college. That must have been a trip!”
“It was. I still am friends with almost all of the guys on the team, and it has really defined me as a person.” I said with a reminiscing smile. “And of course it was great to have some money for food and not have to work.”
“Yeah, well I can see that you don’t swim anymore.” She said as she bit off another piece of pizza and pointed to my rather protruding belly.
“Yeah, well after fourteen years of getting up at 5 am and freezing my butt off, I decided to not do it anymore. It was great while I swam, but I want to do something else with my life to be honest.”
“And whats that?” She said as she swallowed.
“You are going to laugh at me.” I said.
“No I won’t!” She said indignantly. “I promise if I laugh then I will go on a second date with you.”
“Fair enough,” I said with another chuckle. “I want to design children’s trading card games.”
Lorwyn bit her lip to keep from laughing, but apparently couldn’t keep it in. Eventually, even I was laughing at the hilarity of it all.
“Well I guess you owe me a second date then,” I said grinning after the laughter had died out. “No matter how bad this one gets!”
“I was kinda planning on having another meet up anyway.” She said with her head at a coy angle. “I think I really like you. At least enough to find out more about you.”
And we sat there and talked from then until the pizza place turned into a night club. I had never talked with anyone like her for so long. After a while and a few more drinks, we ended up dancing to the latest hip hop beats. We were the last out of the door when the place closed for the night.
“I had a wonderful time tonight.” She said as I walked her to her car. “I honestly haven’t opened up to anyone like that in years.”
“I feel the same way.”
We walked in silence for a little longer. Not the awkward silence when you have run out of things to say, but the kind when you are comfortable with a person.
“This is me.” She said as we stopped next to a nondescript Honda Civic.
“How about me meet up this weekend? Say Saturday?” I said with a little bit of hope in my voice.
“You familiar with the Arboretum?” she asked. “I hear it is truly beautiful in the Spring, and I am in need of a guide to show me around.”
“You are in luck chica!” I said with a laugh. “I love walking in the Arboretum, and I know it well enough. Say noonish in front of Borders? That’s as good a place as any to start.”
“I would like that.” She said, and leaned in and wrapped her arms around me in a great big bear hug.
“Until Saturday.” I said as she released the hug and got into her car. With a smile, she drove off and in a blur of tail lights was gone.
I felt like I was on cloud nine and could float over the road. As I rode back to my apartment, I kept on seeing her smiling face. I shook my head somewhere around Chiles road. It wouldn’t do to get all obsessed over a girl and then freak her out. I had inadvertently done it before, and I would be damned if I was going to make the same mistake and lose the most amazing woman I had ever met.
I yawned a little louder than usual as I turned onto Drew Circle towards my apartment. The wind whipping at my ears only accentuated the lateness of the hour. I was tired. After I locked my bike, I climbed up the red stairs to the backdoor of my apartment. I pushed open the door quietly, hoping not to disturb my already grumpy roommates.
My financial situation was not going better than my lovelife before that night, so I was hoping to avoid and late night grumpy roommates that I owed money to. and like the unlucky guy I am, one of them was waiting up for me.
“Where have you been?” she asked as she flicked on the light of the kitchen.

“Out.” I said as I tried to duck into my room. Instead she extended an arm and blocked my path.

“So you have enough money to go out and have fun all night, but not enough to pay us back for the utilities?”

“I have the money Laura, just let me get my check book because I don’t have any cash on me.”

“Fine, but you still owe Charles and Javier for the rental insurance and Internet and TV bill.”

After I had written the check and Laura had left in a huff, I slipped into my room on the first floor. With a sigh I slowly got out of my clothes and sank into the refreshing coolness of my bed, the handmade quilt my mother had made for me at birth wrapped around my body. With a satisfied sigh, I went to sleep.

I don’t remember my dreams that night. I wish I did. It was the last time that I was not worried about everything that was going on in my life.

I woke to the blaring sound of my alarm, growling in annoyance at the untimely waking from the nights festivities. I groaned at the early hour, eight am was not the time that I really wanted to be getting up at.

After I was fully roused from my bed, I pulled on my running shorts and a t-shirt and laced up my brand new running shoes. At a trot I started down the street. My legs pumped and I felt the road flowing through me. It was great to be up and running again. One thing that always cheered me up was the feeling released from my body during a nice and quiet morning.

After a good hour, I arrived back at my apartment. With my chest heaving and my legs and arms aching, I flopped back onto my bed, still sweaty and dirty from the dusty road. After a few seconds I moved myself to the bathroom, and proceeded to take a luxuriously long shower. Since I had no work that day, I really could take as long as I wanted.
After a nice rundown with a towel, I proceeded to switch on my rundown laptop.
“Stupid Linux,” I muttered as the computer failed to load the free software.
After rebooting the accursed machine I loaded up into Facebook. After a short flurry of activity on my Facebook games and updating my friends on what had happened the night before I pulled on some old and faded jeans and a t-shirt from one of the triathlons I had entered when I was far younger.
I actually couldn’t wait to get going that day. Lorwyn had seemed to energize me, make me want to get out and be all that I could be so to speak. It was an odd feeling that I just had never felt before.
I got on my bike after putting on my regular day shoes and started riding for downtown. Up and over the overpass I deaded into downtown Davis. Past the Borders shoppong center and across thwe weird intersection at Richards and E. Eventually I found myself at Woodstock’s Pizza on G Street at noon, when they started their all-you-can eat lunch special.
After a long and rather uninteresting meal of pepperoni pizza and diet soda I headed to Bizarro World, the comic shop where I worked part-time. It was time to pick up some money owed me for overtime, mostly so that I could pay off the check I had written to Laura the night before. Like I said, my finances were tight.
“Hey Don.” I said as I came in the almost dingy little shop. “What’s happening?”
“The usual.” Don said as he busied himself with ordering the newest shipment of collectibles on his computer. “We have people being shit-heads and customers being whiny little bitches.”

“Eh, it could be worse.” I said with a grin. “Now about that overtime I did on Tuesday…”

“You get paid on Sunday, like always George.”

“Could I get an advance? I kind of need it now, or I am up the creek.” I said with a little twinge of anxiety.

“Fine.” He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out two twenty dollar bills and handed them to me. “You need to take it easy on the nightlife, kid. You look terrible.”

“Thanks for the advice Don. I’ll see ya Sunday.” I said and walked out.

I decided to spend the rest of the day wandering around downtown. I just liked walking, and it helped to ease the aching in my leg muscles. After I hopped back on my bike and went home, I flopped into bed at 8 and checked all o fmy email accounts. After that I wrote a short story that was only two pages long and posted it to my blog. As I drifted off to sleep, my last thought was Another day in the life of George Smith.