Go Figure
Go Figure Have you ever had that feeling when you say to yourself, “Tonight’s the night I’m going to meet the man of my dream”? No? Well, neither have I, but I have pondered it a bit. It’s not like I expected to meet Jake at Melissa’s “my-parents-are-out-of-town-so-I-can-do-whatever-I-want” party. I went there expecting to have a few brews and “disperse” by 11 o’clock because the cops were called by her crotchety old neighbors. I would never think that I, Madison “Miss Independent” Smith, could meet such an incredible guy and develop such a passion for him in just one night. My friends would tell you that I’m your average, almost 18 year old girl. “Yeah, she’s pretty normal I guess,” Sarah would say. “Oh, Madison? Oh, she’s a wild one. Moody too,” would be Jessica’s eloquent description. All of them, however, would say that I’m not the life of the party, but hardly the wallflower. When Melissa decided to have some people over while her folks were in Florida I figured it would be a good time. Chat a bit; drink a bit, nothing huge. But then Melissa told me that some of her friends from a few towns over from here in Burbank would be there too. “And I have some one in mind for you, Mad!” she told me the day of the party. “Oh, no. No, no, no. Not again. Remember the last time you spoke those exact words? NO! I’m sorry but that is just not going to happen again.” I should explain that the last time she had some one in mind for me he turned out to be gay. What a waste of a perfectly fine specimen of the male species. Now I was not about to let something like that ruin a perfectly good Friday night. “Seriously, this time I mean it. I know your past crap with guys and this time I really think I’ve found some one for you. He’s just like you, too.” “And you know how I love dating myself!” “Dude, just come and meet him. His name is Jake. He’s totally cute but like a brother to me so I’m not about to get involved with that.” “Fine, fine. I’ll be there but I’m not promising miracles, k?” “Great! I’ll see ya around 8 then!” As I was getting ready for the party, I started to think about this whole situation I was about to get myself into. I was getting a really strange feeling and wasn’t sure what to expect. I went through a string of “what ifs” in my head. What if he won’t talk to me? What if he thinks I’m ugly? What if he’s gay? I hoped the last one wouldn’t happen--again. As I arrived at the party with some of my girlfriends I calmly told myself that I had nothing to worry about. We went in and almost immediately Melissa took me to meet Jake. “Jake, this is Madison, the girl I was telling you about,” she said.