This story follows my previous submission: "Boogie Nights".
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Eighteen years old and in the university. I just lost my virginity with a prostitute but I still haven't actually kissed a girl. You might say that I was a very late bloomer. I thought the only way for me to actually kiss a girl would be if I actually found a girlfriend from school.
There were a lot of women to choose from. I was studying in one of the most prestigious universities in Manila and the students studying there were coming from all parts of Asia, not just from the Philippines, some even coming as far as the Americas. I could choose from so many women coming from different countries. But who was I kidding?!
As I said before, I'm of average looks, I have a limited budget, lived with my parents and I commute on a daily basis. Most of these women would find that immature and also a real turn-off since most of my other school mates had their sports cars, really deep pockets and lived in condos near the university which would become virtual sex dens, I would imagine.
I had to formulate a plan to help me get a girlfriend faster, I was such a geek! I needed to choose based on some criteria. I had to find someone who was interested in me; even just a little bit. I needed to find someone who was not looking for a guy with a car; someone who was not needy too much or high maintenance. Someone open minded; if you know what I mean... Good luck to me then.
I was still a bit shy and was still sort of a loner during class. I kept to myself most of the time. I had thoughts of grandeur and I thought it would be easy to hook-up with women but I was dead wrong. Paying for sex was so much easier!
Every time a girl would ask me something I would still stutter and blank out. It's not like I'm retarded or anything. I was just really nervous. Pitiful I thought to myself.
One of my classmates though thought my lack of conversation skills was actually cute and would always strike a conversation with me. We would have small chats throughout the day and with time I was able to converse with her on a better level.
Her name was Michelle, only a year older than I was, she was Chinese, but she grew up here in the Philippines so she was fluent with English, our native language which was Pilipino and also spoke in Fukien, the Chinese language which was used by the provincial folk in China. With her stories I learned that she lived somewhere in Binondo, Manila better known as China Town. She had one younger brother and lived with her parents. She also commuted since her place was only one train ride away from the university.
I never really paid any attention to her in class but when we started talking to each other I noticed that she was beautiful. I was a fan of chinky eyed girls and Michelle was a real class example of that.
She had long silky straight black hair up to her mid back. Her body was sexy in a teen coed kind of way, not sultry or slutty just more innocent looking, a slim waist, breasts of ample size which I imagined would fit my hands perfectly and a butt that was average, not big nor flat. Her skin was not white but more of a yellow shade. She also had a very warm smile which she flashed every chance she'd get. She would normally wear a simple white body hugging shirt, torn jeans and running sneakers.
She was beautiful!
I'd say beautiful because she was one of the first girls who gave me the time of day and noticed me enough to talk to me. I was not in the position to be choosy. She fit my criteria perfectly.
A few weeks passed by and our conversations during class turned into hanging out together. We were together quite a bit more. We ate at the same time and also walked to the train station together. On one of these walks, I gathered all of my courage to ask her out.
"Mitch, may I ask you a question?" I asked. I could feel I was starting to have a cold sweat.
"What is it about?" she answered.
"It's about this weekend. Do you think you would be interested to go out and see a movie with me?" I was beginning to stutter again.
She looked at me and then gave me a warm smile and said, "I'm sorry, I can't this weekend. I've got plans to go out with family."
Upon hearing this, I felt a hint of sadness but I also felt like a heavy weight was lifted since I actually tried to ask her out. But then she said, "My family and I have been planning a trip to up North for quite some time now, I can't cancel. How about tonight?"
I was stunned. This caught me by surprise! I wasn't able to answer right away.
Michelle then hugged my arm and said in a very happy tone, "I'm not much of a movie fan. So, where else can you take me tonight?"
I couldn't answer her still since I felt my arm lodged between her breasts. She also noticed this and took her embrace away and held my hand instead.
She laughed and said, "Sorry, I was excited! I'm not asked out much. Does dinner sound better than going to the movies?"
Now being more composed I was able to answer her more confident, "Sure! Dinner would be great! I know this really good Chinese restaurant."
"Do you think we can eat something else? I've had Chinese food all this week."
"Sure, what do you have in mind?"