Well here goes another event. Goodness Shay is not here. I don’t get that kid. I want to get to know him though. Something about him just says to jump him. I know comes off dirty but not in a dirty way. Like he’s a legit dude and need to make him notice me. But seriously I am oh so noticable I don’t need to make a point of this. Right?

I’m sure you enjoyed my awkwardest state. But now with this story. I never wanted to date someone who isn’t my friend first. Honestly, world wind romances don’t last, and are so last season. It is not simply a friends with benefits thing either that is just so not classy. I want to marry my best friend and have them be with me everyday. I understand the concept that guys and girls cannot be just friends. They can if you realize they cannot be your best friend. Now let me start off the with the story of wilderness guy, is all started on a stormy night of me needing a rescue, this guy can out of no where and saved my life! No serious I’ll stop playing no night in shining armor simply your average joe, meet at an even thrown by my siblings friends where I knew no one. I clung to my siblings but saw this guy who seemed pretty quit and like he was in the same boat. So I made my way over and say hi.

“Hi, I’m Mike.”

“Mike? Nice to meet you I’m Monica.” We shake hand as a sign of meeting and acknowledgment. 

“What brings you out to the woods?”

“Well my siblings know the people here so I tagged a long. You say that like it’s a bad thing or something.”

“Oh no I didn’t mean it that way at all!”

“Okay good. But this is a pretty sweet set up they have here. I’m sure you could go riding anywhere.”

“You ride?”

“I know the dress and sandals don’t really play a part of a riding girl but I do.”

“Oh just don’t meet many girls that do ride.”

“Yeah people generally don’t get it, I was the only girl that rode at my school growing up. But we also lived in the suburbs so not a lot of places to go.”

“Oh yeah I don’t live around here but this is my friends place so we come here on the weekends.”

“This would be awesome to go riding. Do you ride quads or dirt bikes.”

“Well I borrow a friends bike.”

“Better than what I got, parents got ride of my stuff a few years back so now I just appreciate those who can still ride.”

“Nice.”

“Hey Mike.” I turn and see this guy I swear is Mike’s age, maybe a little taller, and slightly hickish. 

“Hey man.” I am not sure about what to do they are both slightly starring at me. But this does not phase me. I come from a large family and slightly out spoken.

“Hi I’m Monica.” I put my hand out for an introduction. He shakes it.

“Hi. So Mike are you coming here tomorrow? Frank got a new mountain bike and wants to break it in.”

“Yeah I’m down with that.” They both just nod. I give I little glance over the crowd. No one really seems interesting.

“So I’m guessing one without a name you ride too.”

“Yeah.”

“Right and your not one for the art of conversation.” I now I must come off as a major bitch right now but seriously who just shakes a girls hand, talks to the person they’re with about plans and doesn’t offer up a name? Like come on. Okay I will try not to interrupt the story again.

“Umm. I just wanted to check with him for plans tomorrow. Sorry I’m Shay.”

“Nice to meet you say.” I then smile and just walk away.

End

I hope you enjoyed "The Nice Guy"! I have been working on "Mother like Zola". Post that I was doing a while ago. I will start posting that story from the beginning and having it go from there. That you for all of you who have been reading so far. I have had the most views yet since starting my blog, it truly means a lot to me. Later today I will add up the beginning of "Mother like Zola". Been hard to write since very much so out of my comfort zone but hope you enjoy!

Beginning

Everything has a beginning, a middle and a end. Well your up to speed on the middle, some of then end, so might as well share where this journey began. There might not be anything with a simple introduction. With this nice guy there was nothing there when I meet him. I actually noticed his best friend Ryan first. I wanted to stick around to talk to him but that didn’t really work out. Especially since the more I got to know his best friend I liked him but could not really see us dating. Or at least that is what I told myself.

A small group of talking and I don’t even know if me and the nice guy talk besides being told who he was. Since we were both getting to know the same group we were in large groups of people talking so did not really notice him. Then we began talking more with smaller groups. Finally to just have Ryan, him, my friend, and I just getting together. Should have known when Ryan and I would dominate the conversation but something intrigued him about him. Probably when I noticed he first liked me. It was about two months before he asked me out on a date. A small group got together to go bowling. Something really innocent correct. I don’t play but wanted to get to know people so went a long. Throughout the night I noticed him paying a lot of attention to me. I felt really special and wanted to get to know him more. (This might be why my mother thinks he was nervous, months of hanging out with everything fine, to a dud date, whatever). He would stay close to me, talk to only me and even dressed up! Not fancy but just a little spiffy. It made me feel really special and I like the attention.

He got to know a lot about my life and he shared some stories to relate. Conversation began to become easy between the two of us and I forgot I was originally interested in Ryan. The moment when I really feel for him though, was receiving the best good bye. Nothing major, simply him going out of his way to give me the sweetest hug. He just look at me I was expecting a high five from things in the way, but he moved them and said, “get over here!” I couldn’t help but smile. The moment the nice guy had my heart.

Intro

Everyone wants to find that nice guy. You know why nice guys finish last, cause we want other things in our life to experience and the nice guys just aren’t at that level. The bad ass will have us do things we wouldn’t and or shouldn’t. The slaker will do just the right things too late but he put these things together to make us feel great. Sure there are other types of guys but those generalize many guy groups. Well this is me. Kelly. I am the one seeing the great nice guy. I should be totally into this but there is truly no mystery, everything is laid out on the table, and frankly I was bored before the night even began. Well I should not say that I was remember our first date and was actually wondering how did I get in this situation to be on a second date. If it was with a stranger or some guy I randomly meet who I would not be guaranteed to see again then I would not be here. But here I stand, jeans, a sweater, and sneakers waiting to be picked up. That’s right. I didn’t even dress up.

Now when I girl doesn’t even try and it’s not months of dating, it should say something. Well I was saying something. But him being a nice guy still does the right thing of coming to my door, greeting my family, leaves when my Dad says to go, and he opens his car door for me. Now that is how you treat a lady. I was impressed. But then the art of conversation must come into play. Well before I ruin the whole story for you take a look at this situation.

“So tonight I will be doing many things that I have never done before.” He says off handily to not make the situation completely awkward with the fact the car is looked and he forgot he has to put his key in the door to get it open. But it is still so sweet. He is so nervous about taking me out again and he wants to do all the right gestures.

“Oh really? This being one of them.”

“Yep.” I then get in the passenger seat and wait while he roads the car to get in the driver seat. I am smiling though because no boy has ever opened a car door for me to get into besides valey, brother, or father.

I hope you get the idea I was so excited for being treated like a girl and for these new things in my life. But seriously I am effed in the head. Why these guy would want to take me out was way beyond me. But this is me Kelly. There was a little intro to my present day life. But yeah, Get used to this rambling ‘cause it’ll only get worse.