Maybe It Was Memphis...

This is a story about a girl.

One summer in the south, this girl met a boy at a mutual friend's birthday party at a club. This boy was a few years older than she was. In fact, she was 17 with a fake ID. They exchanged numbers at the party and started talking. She developed a little crush, and much to her delight a few weeks later he asked her out. It occured to her that he may not know that she was 17; they'd met at the club and the topic of age had never come up. All of her friends were older and so she never thought about it. She told him that she'd love to go out with him, but wanted to make sure that he knew she was still 17 (for about another 7 months). He hadn't known, and said they should probably put it off and revisit later on if they wanted to. This made her sad but she understood.

They continued talking from time to time, though not as regularly as before. A couple of months later, they were on vacation again with friends. While everyone was out the first night, he kissed her. He stayed with her that night, though nothing happened (okay, there was a lot of kissing, but that's it). When they returned back home, he became distant. He apologized and said he liked her but that that shouldn't have happened...technically she was underage and though above the age of consent or whatever, it couldn't happen then. He was sorry.

Months went by and they talked from time to time but didn't hang out again. The following summer, he invited her and her friend over to hang out with a few people one night and they did. It was casual, but she realized that, despite her best efforts, she still liked him. A few days later, he invited her to a party at his place. As the night wound down, there were only a few people still around and eventually, he kissed her again. She stayed with him that night, but again, nothing happened (nothing could). But, this began a series of "hook ups" for lack of a better word.

An important part of the story, I suppose, is that this girl was a virgin. Not only was she a virgin, but frankly she really hadn't done much of anything with a guy up to that point. She really hadn't dated anyone. He was well aware of this. They "hooked up" "exclusively" for about a month. They talked about it a lot and she felt comfortable with him, and knew they liked each other. After a month, they finally "went all the way." She was happy. He was incredibly sweet. Everything seemed great.

A few days later she left for college a couple of hours away. They talked throughout the week and he asked her to come see him but being her first week of classes, she couldn't get away. Another week went by and he became distant again. When she asked him what was up, he said he had just started dating someone. He had known her a while and it just happened. He didn't mean to lead the girl on. The timing was bad. He was sorry.

It sucked. She didn't understand why it had happened that way. Was she just a challenge to him? She was sad, humiliated, rejected... Hurt.
Some things stay with you always. Even if just a little.

The End.