The Rejection

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     We stood in the entry hall of my apartment. He was leaning against the wall; he wore the cologne that during class kept me from paying any attention to what the professor was saying. He was continually brushing his hair from his eyes, making comments that he was thinking of cutting it short. Then the next minute he would say that maybe he would let it grow longer. He just kept up with the small talk, never edging towards the door.

    I was standing near the far wall; arms crossed and constantly thinking not today, just go home. I knew that he was going to eventually lean towards me and try and kiss me. I could not allow this to happen. My life was going too well, I didn't need a guy hanging around.

     He continued talking, then he took a step forward. I held my breath and continued to think, not now, leave me alone.

     "I now that you have a thing about being touched, but I can't stop wanting to kiss you. So, uhhmm. . . I guess I am kinda asking if I can. Can I kiss you?" He again brushed his hair from his eyes, and took another step towards me.

    I was trapped more or else, a chair at one end of the short hall blocked me and the door was shut at the other and me in the middle. "Look, I can't. You're a nice guy and all, but I just can't."

     "Is there something wrong? I thought that you liked me. I mean, I notice that in class you looked at me from the corner of your eye and you and I talk all the time. I just thought that. . . I'm sorry. I guess I just wanted you to like me that I made it up in my mind. I guess I'll leave."

     "No, let me explain. I do like you, your cute, fun, smell good, and you can talk to me. But, I can't. I just can't."

    "Why? Is it the whole not liking to be touched? I can understand that. Well, no I can't. But, I'm sure that we could find a way around it."

     "No, that's a lie."

     "What? Why lie about that?"

     "I can't explain that. It's just that if a guy thinks that is no chance of ever getting into your pants, they leave you alone. So, I lie. I really am very hot blooded, but no one else really knows that here. Well, except you. Will you keep my secret?"

     "I don't understand why it needs to be a secret. I just don't understand."

     He took another step and placed his right hand on my waist. I had to catch my breath. I was frozen, not now I have to get out of here somehow. But there was no moving. He lifted my chin and but I couldn't move, he kissed me. After a year and a half of nothing; fireworks. The kiss was over and I pushed him away. I moved into the living room in my apartment and tried to collect my rather scattered thoughts. The first one was, why the hell not? I decided to ignore that; that wasn't from my brain. My brain then finally spoke up, run! Just run as fast as you can!  Don't think about it, just run.

      "I think that you should leave. I'm not ready for this."

     "Are you ever going to be ready for anything?"

     "Wondering if you wasted your time? I'm sorry. I know that I sent out 'I'm interested vibes' and I am. I just can't. I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better you are a really good kisser."

     "Uhmmm. . . Thanks. I guess I'll go then. I'll call you later. Okay?"

     "Sure, I'm really sorry."

     "Well, I hate say this; but, sorry doesn't feed the bulldog. I don't understand."

     "I suppose this is the end of it then?"

     "We can be friends. I guess we never really got past that stage anyway."

     "Cool, work on our labs on Tuesday?"

     "Sure."

     He left, and I tried to sleep. It didn't work. I couldn't think of anything other than the kiss and that I could not have a relationship now. I was happy being single. I liked being alone. He was a nice guy, but I just can't have a relationship. It was three am when I finally got up and called him.

     "Hey"

     "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

     "I guess I should have waited until morning. I'm sorry. I guess I'll talk to you later. I'm sorry." I hung up and berated myself for not think that he would have forgotten the entire event of the evening. I decide to watch TV, since I could not sleep. It was three fifteen when there was a knock on my door. I was awake enough to find my bathrobe, as I only wearing a tank top and boxers.

     "Who is it?"

     From the other side of the door, "well, if you can wake me up at three o'clock. I sure as hell can come over here."

     I opened the door and started to apologize. There was no excuse for calling anyone that late other than the EMS. He ignored me, and pulled me into him and hugged me.

     "I'm kinda tried, can I stay here tonight? We don't have to do anything."

     "Uhmm. . . I.. . . I. . . .ever have a situation that you know should go one way, but want it to go the other. I would really like it if you stayed, but nothing is going to happen. You know that."

     "Good, cause I'm still in my pajamas."

     I then noticed that he had on flannel pants and the T-shirt that he had been wearing earlier. I decided to forget about how this didn't fall into any of my plans and just rested my head on his chest. He still smelled good.

     "Well, I'm kinda tried. Can we go to bed now?"

     "Sure, this way." I lead him to my bedroom and we both fell asleep almost as soon as our heads hit the pillow. We did manage to get in one more kiss.

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