The Pick-Up Chronicles IV

Chapter 5
...Let's Just be Friends

Damn, I hated those words. They were so simple, but so hard to understand.

I was in shock after the party in which my so-called friends went with some guys to a motel with nearly no provocation. It didn't bothered me. It didn't felt bad. I couldn't care less. But there was something that I didn't saw. And that was the techniques those guys used (if they did).

I tried a few times during my time in my former university to hook-up with girls. I tried party girls, classmates, curious girls, preppy girls, clueless girls, a former friend of mine. Actually, I tried several times now that I look back on it. And I always got the same answer. "But... we're friends..."

The first glitch of change I had happened right after that. I was becoming popular because of a radio show I had on campus, a show where I played songs nearly no-one knew. So people constantly asked the name of the songs, and If I could burn a CD for them. One day, a pretty girl came to the place where I broadcasted and asked my name. I told her and she told me hers. We smiled. I thought my single days were over. Then, a girl I liked on high school called me one afternoon. She wanted to go out. Two days later, I was walking randomly and I found a girl that I also liked on high school, she asked for my number and then, asked me out.

I felt like a lucky guy. But, I went out with all of them, had a killer time and then, when we were at their doors, I went for the kiss. They all looked me scared as if I was doing something forbidden. Or even worse, as if I had teared all the trust they had gave me and went for dirty purposes. But I wasn't. I swear I wasn't. Of course, I never went out with them anymore.

One day, I met this girl. She was different from the other girls I had met, she was smart and energetic. She was kindda crazy too. I befriended her and pretended we were the coolest people on campus. We actually were.

After school one day, she grabbed my cd's and said that she wanted to heared them. I lended her all my records (and never saw them again). I was her puppet. And little I did knew that one of her hottest friends liked me. So, I popped the question. And she said "Dude, Let's Just Be Friends...". There it was. My worst nightmare. Then, disappointed as I was, I knew about her friend liking me and I popped the question again. She said: "I would have been your girl, but you told my friend first, I'm no second place for nothing". I was doomed to be forever alone. Or so I thought.

One week after that, I started playing guitar for a girl. We played "Pieces of Me" from Ashlee Simpson as our strong song. I liked her. And I was desperated. I told her that she wanted to be my girl. She also refused. Damn! There was no more girls I liked or that I knew that liked me.

I didn't care. Really. I was only gonna use those girls as bridges, as memories to leave behind when my new live arrived. I was coming to a major city, where things are different. And I had a lot of expectations...