My life was altered when I discovered what I felt was a secret that no one else knew about.
It all started when I was in my sophomore year of college, eating lunch with my girlfriends. We were talking about typical boy problems...
Well, they were, I didn't have a boy at the time.
I was popular and considered to be attractive with my bleach blonde hair, tan skin, and D cup breasts. I had my fair share of boyfriends, but I was getting bored with the same jocks who only seemed to be in college to play sports and get laid. They never seemed to treat women very well. Don't get me wrong, there are probably a lot of popular good-looking guys that do, I just happened to strike out a bunch.
Tina and Tracy were blabbing away when all of a sudden, a guy in the corner of the cafeteria stood up, took off his sweatshirt, wrapped it around his waist, and sat back down. I don't think anyone thought anything of it, except me. You see, this guy's name was Dennis, and Dennis was your typical nerd. He had big round glasses, red hair, skinny frame, freckles on his face, always doing homework, walked around avoiding eye contact, and carried himself with very little confidence. He always seemed to wear white collared shirts, with pens in his shirt pocket too.
But what I saw when he took off his sweatshirt, were rock hard 6 pack abs that he exposed when his t-shirt lifted with his sweatshirt. For some reason, the surprise of it all shocked me and immediately turned me on. It was almost like a challenge to try something different and see if I could unleash the potential in this guy (and I'll be honest, grab those abs).
I cut off my girlfriends, stood up and walked over to him, sat down, and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Cindy."
He looked up at me in confusion and replied after a brief blank stare, "Hi, I'm Dennis."
"So, what are you up to?" I asked.
"Just working on some calculus," Dennis replied while giving me a cheesy smile.
I stared at his uncomfortable smile for a second and thought to myself: this is going to be harder than I thought. But let's try to push past it.
"Where are you from?" I asked.
"Paris."
"Really?!" I said shocked.
"Paris, Texas," he revealed.
"Oh," I said disappointedly, "Well, what's your favorite thing about Paris, Texas?"
"Not much, I didn't really have a choice."
I blew air in my cheeks struggling to keep the conversation going.
"What's some of your hobbies?"
"Um...." Dennis struggled to come up with an answer.
I waited in anticipation hoping he'd magically say, "Shopping, painting nails, and watching chick flick movies," so that I could get the conversation moving in a direction I could relate to.
"I like watching Star Trek and reading comic books!" Dennis finally blurted out.
"Of course it is, two things I know nothing about," I thought to myself.
The school bell rang which pierced the awkward silence and saved me from having to pretend to be interested. I needed to regroup to get more prepared for this type of conversation. We both jumped up and went our separate ways to class.
I didn't give up though, for the next month at lunch, I passed my friend's table and sat with Dennis. Each day I learned a little more about him, and he loosened up a little and carried on better conversations. Shoot, I even did a little research on Star Trek to really get him to open up. The only problem was, he started hyperventilating from excitement that he had to pause to use his inhaler.
One day I asked Dennis, "Do you have eye contacts at home?"
"I do, but I can never put them in. It's always a big struggle."
"Don't worry about that, just bring them tomorrow," I said.
"Why, what's going on tomorrow?"
"You'll see, just don't make any plans tomorrow night. I gotta go," I said as I ran off to class.
The next day at lunch I asked Dennis, "So, you wanna go to a party with me tonight?"
"Really?!" Dennis said excitedly. He practically wet his pants.
"Yep, I'm gonna need you to meet me after school. We're gonna go shopping and change some things up."
He looked down at his outfit. Although I'll admit the bow tie was a cute look for him, the suspenders and grandpa pants had to go. He shrugged his shoulders, and agreed to meet.
The end of school came, and Dennis came out with papers flying out of his backpack and his pants hiked up way too high.
"Goodness this man needs help," I whispered to myself.
We both gave each other awkward smiles and headed for my car. Soon enough we arrived at the mall and walked in a store to look around. We stopped by the jean section first.
"We can't buy these." Dennis said, "These jeans are ripped."
"No, that's part of the reason we are buying them. They'll look great on you."
Dennis looked confused but I moved on. We ran over to the shirt area and grabbed a preppy polo. I pushed him in a dressing room and told him to try them out.
"These jeans are too big." Dennis said before he stepped out.
"That's ok, just come out so I can see how you look."
"Ok... Here I come." Dennis replied.
He walked out and I swore I was looking at a different guy. He looked great!
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"Good, I feel cool... except for the loose pants."