The Subject
At the regional track meet my senior year of high school, I saw a vision of what may have been the most perfect, flawless, and beautiful male specimen, champion standard of the human species, backing into the starting blocks. God formed him like Michaelangelo sculpted the David. He may have won the 100m race setting a meet record, but he ran in slow motion to me... who was he? I had to have him.
The guy, Kevin (for blog purposes) was a star athlete at the high school in the next county over, all-american running back and one of the best sprinters in the state. Soon I became obsessed with learning everything I could about him (this was pre-google). So imagine how I almost peed my pants when I saw him on the local news declaring that he was going to the same university I'd just got accepted to! Game on..
Running plays on campus
I spent the better part of my freshman year trying to get next to Kevin. Which was almost impossible because of the wall of attention that surrounded him, being the star running back of a top 10 college football team and all. But I had more plays than Bill Belichick when it came to being where ever Kevin was and making it look like coincidence. I think everyone on campus knew my obsession with Kevin ran long and deep, but whenever he came around I was Ms. Nonchalant, though it was probably thinly veiled.
My plan paid off and me and Kevin become buddies, dorm room visits and all. Kevin and I never had sex, although, it almost happened one night. Alot of kissing, rubbing and what your grandma might call "heavy petting" led to Kevin 'busting one off' in his shorts. He was embarrassed, and hell, I was embarrassed for him. We didn't talk much after that. Not to mention, Jenine (ref: best friend, previous blogs) found his pre-mature ejaculation hilarious, discussing it with her boyfriend on the bus and next thing you know the whole campus finds out.
Fast Forward 13 years
Still having a tiny bit of a fixation with him, over the last 13 years I've watched the ups and downs of Kevin's short lived professional football career from a far and heard tidbits about his personal life and well being.
By sheer luck, at a party, I run into a friend of Kevin's. His friend says he will be in town in a few weeks and he's sure that Kevin would love to see me. Sho'nuff weeks later Kevin calls me. He's newly single and he wants to catch up. We meet and Kevin doesn't look a day over 21, same rock hard body, same smooth, honey brown, sun-kissed, skin. Freshman year in my head all over again.
It's my notion that Kevin is feeling like he needs to redeem himself. Of course we get it in. Not quick on the draw this time, Kevin put it down. What a comeback! No pun intended.
So after our phenomenal episode, 13 years overdue, Kevin is talking about his plans of hosting a charity event at his old high school. Suddenly, the image of him backing into the starting blocks popped in my head all over again. So like a dum dum I blurt out "At Springbrook, that's where you went to high school, right?"
- -Awwwhh damn I can't believe you let that slip out. Fool, you're not supposed to know where he went to high school, much less be able to spit it out 15 years later like your momma's name. Now he thinks you're nuts. - -
He pauses and looks at me and says "... Right...?"
Sad thing is over the years I've compiled enough mental notes to create my own Kevin trivia pursuit game.
However, I never intended for Kevin to be my man. I believe it was always the thrill of the hunt; studying the subject, calculating the moves. So I guess I can say I'm satisfied after all of these years. Just not the smoothest finish to the end zone.
