[(Later)]: 472.Contestio's.Loveless Affairs.May

   It started in dance class of all places. Somewhere I never envisioned myself being when I was young. Now that maturity has set in, I can stride with confidence across the dance floor in tight pants and a flamed blazer. Tango, baby. Tango. My partner, a seasoned dancer, asked me on a date after the second week of lessons.


   Now, I remember why I started chasing her, of course, and I can also recall exactly why I stopped. What eludes me still is the reason why I tried so hard to make her mine.

   Well, she was beautiful in a way that was new to me. Something in her eyes, her lips, and the curve of her smile. I mean, not hard to see why I started chasing her, right? She was gorgeous!

    Sadly, she never called me. Never talked to me for more than a minute either.
    "Hey, I got to go, I'll call you back in five minutes, k?" was what she'd say. Five minutes became fifteen, fifteen became fifty. Another minute interaction, then fifty minutes dead space. More like five days dead space until I called her, that is. Another minute, another five days.

    She didn't appear for lessons so I let a week slip by. Then another. Before I knew it, two months had passed since I last had her name appear on my cell. Then, whilst debating on whether or not I should trade my Moxa Stick for the Gloves Of Ra, that familiar tune for people I wish to avoid eminated from my right pant pocket. With a sigh of disdain, I located the cell and flipped open the cover.

                         Her.

   Minute conversation, as per usual. She was waiting for me at the local coffee shop down the street. So, with the speed and determination of a stalled slinky, I got ready and left my game where I was, unpaused. On the way out the door I decided on keeping the Moxa Stick for it's healing purposes.
   
   Spending seven minutes getting dressed and wasting two drinking a Pepsi, I arrived at the coffee shop ten minutes after she called. By the time I sat down next to her, she was already halfway through her turtle mocha. After kissing our hello's, she engaged in the conversation of her choice.

                Our date, which was never arranged.

   I laughed. Course, she paid no mind. Continued on as if it was two months ago and not a moment was lost. At the first conversational junction, I interjected my two cents.

   "So" I said "before we go more in-depth with this whole date-planning thing, I got to know one thing. Are you even interested in me?"
   Well she laughed before she answered. "Of course I'm interested, silly. What made you think I wasn't?"

                   I related the five-fifteen-fifty story to her.

   "Well I was busy, but I'm here now." She said, her lips curving back into that classic smile.

   What Was I To Do!? The girl I wanted finally sitting here before me asking me for a date. Well, I stared her down like an eagle staring down some long-forgotten prey. Then, I got up and started walking away, speaking over my shoulder as I left.

   "It's never going to happen. I tried but you let me down. Now it's your turn to wait."

   Five minutes passed. Fifteen. Fifty... Of course, I didn't really notice. 

              My Girlfriend Was Over.