It was a dreary and bland day on the college campus. All the hustle and bustle of students rushing to be registered became quite an enjoyable spectacle for me seen as I had already been registered the previous day. You might ask, “If you were already registered, why did you go the to campus when you could be home and relax?” Well the answer is simple; I just felt that I should be there that day. There was something special about to happen and I just did not know what it was just yet.
While roaming the grounds by myself, I bucked up into a friend and we started conversing about how the day was progressing for the both of us and how far along we were with all of the processes for the next semester. I had told him that I just felt the need to be there that day and really had no true purpose for that feeling. He laughed at me, not in a condescending way but in a joking fashion.
We deciding that we should go to the gym for a quick snack but upon arriving there I decided not to go inside but to sit on the bleachers and enjoy the tranquil sunlight.
And then it happened, he showed up, the reason I HAD to come to campus that day.
There was this frat that dominated the college campus and there were a group of the “brothers” there just roaming around, I guess looking for new prospects. But there was the one guy; he was different from the rest of them. He was less arrogant and more refined. It was partially because of his charmingly boyish good looks but it was also because the inner confidence was exuded from his person. He walked with a “bop” and made me smirk. I never smirk. But I had to, he was captivating and I just wanted to basque in the fact that starring at him for that brief moment triggered all of my senses aware and unaware.
And then we made eye contact, I quickly switched my focus on the bleachers beneath me and while singing a song that I don’t even know, began to imaginary doodle on the seat. I felt his presence near me and it commanded EVRY hair on my body to stand at attention for the magnificent boy with the body of a demi-god.
I looked up and there he was in the front of me, his posy a little ways in the back of him. He then introduced himself as “Chazz” and put out his hand for a hand shake. I put out my hand in like fashion but to introduce myself was a struggle and for the first time, words struggled to leave my mouth. The hand shake was to firm yet captivating. It evicted power and a sense of “he knew who he was and he wanted me to know as well”. I was befuddled. Subsequently he flashed a smile and I could see that he had braces in and to me that was THE SEXIEST thing ever. A jock, that was cut, who wore braces and wore them so well that you would never have thought that you would be fascinated by such a thing. I melted.
The words finally escaped my lips, “I’m Davielle, nice to meet you”. He returned the courtesy and walked away. He walked away and didn’t look back. I noticed that he didn’t look back until he was further way and my glace caught his, and he smiled once more.
For the rest of the day I was in a euphoric state and it was just glorious. I thought to myself, “If more guys treated girls like that, both genders would be happy. And if it progressed to a relationship, they can always look back at the first time they meet, that psychological hand shake.”