Our story comes full circle with the last girl I contacted. A brief introduction to Master Ladder theory. An eye opening experience and a shattering of rose coloured glasses. True friends revealed. And a journey ends.
In 2006 I thought it was a stellar idea to wear a Superman outfit to impress a girl at a costume party. Given I was not Henry Cavill, Brendan Routh, Tom Welling or Christopher Reeve this had widely regarded as a somewhat unwise decision. The girl in question was pretty cool about it though. Angie, this one's for you.
Short-ish Chapter for reasons that will become clear when you read it. Josh has never forgotten or forgiven a few choices things during the tenure of our friendship. The Long Con we pull on him in this chapter isn't one of them, closing my eyes and demanding he tell me where to steer while driving is.
Then came the time I organised a reunion of my Grade Six class. I also got so drunk I woke up on a park bench in the city with no idea of how I got there. Best. Night. Ever.
The story of a girl who wore roller blades to do her job. A dream so vivid I was convinced it was reality. Me impersonating a girl on a phone.... and the single worst embarrassingly bad asking out of a girl EVER that still makes me cringe to this day.
A girl who works in a bank that I had to go multiple times in a day because of my job. A guy who did the same job as me for another company. And then there was me. In 2007 I very cautiously contacted said bank chick for an interview.
The chapter that broke me. My first job out of school was at a law firm where I fell helplessly and hopelessly for a girl I worked with. She happened to be quite a bit older than me. Something which my friends sledged me about for 3 years. Abigail Beckett... this one's for you.
Eleventh Grade. I was at Lake Ginninderra College, I met a lovely girl named Danielle who still makes me smile... also there is GREATEST ASK OUT IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. Also at one point a phone gets stolen and some douche pulls a knife on me.
For about a month every year for four years of high school we had to learn to dance and it SUCKED. Except for that one time in Tenth Grade when the universe turned on its head and it didn't. Camille, this one's for you.
In eighth grade I had three fears: rats/mice, getting beat up while going to the local shops from some jerks that did it once before, and my sister finding out I had a crush on one of her friends.