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As a child quality time with my Dad consisted mainly of sports, which was fine I rather enjoy sports, a few of the bonding days my Dad would take me to the skate rink and typically hockey teams were practicing. My Dad didn’t have a lot of free time, and whenever the hockey players were on the ice we would just go home, then Dad would go back to work. I swore I would never enjoy hockey, I hated that they took my time away with my Dad. I actually cried once because I was so upset, it was a real treat to get to hang out with my Dad in a situation where he wasn’t stressed out. I think he thought it was because I didn’t get to skate but it was another chance to have a good day with my Dad, gone.
I met Peter at a party thrown by a really good friend of mine, Alex. Alex was a husky tall brunette. He wore his heart on his sleeve; he had been in love with me for over a year but we were never going to be more than friends. I didn’t want to. Peter was a blue eyed mystery, he was so cute and he wasn’t a douche like Alex’s roommate who actually had a crush on me but treated me like shit because of it. Peter asked me out on a date and though I was seeing Wolf at the time we were not exclusive I was free to do what I wanted as was he so I agreed to go and the date ended up being on Peter’s birthday – Valentine’s Day.
Peter’s car had broken down so I had to drive us to our destination, at the time I had only known him for a week but it felt really unkind to ignore the fact that it was Valentine’s Day and his birthday so I made him cookies. I gave him three dozen cookies with the hope that he would share with Alex, he never did and I am pretty sure he ate them all in one sitting, which is so gross.
By the time we set out for dinner we had only thirty minutes to get there and neither of us having been from Tucson it wasn’t looking too hopeful we would make it in time. I have always and will always be a fly by the seat of your pants type of person, honestly a structured timed type of date, especially first date is not going to be particularly successful.
“YOU SHOULD HAVE TURNED THERE!” He hissed at me from shotgun.
I shot him a nasty look, we weren’t in an area that was familiar to either of us and he was flipping out on me that we weren’t there in time. He was very disappointed and I am a fixer so I suggested another place.
“Are you kidding me, you know that no places will allow us to go in without a reservation, IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY!”
“Well, why don’t I cook at your place and we will take it from there.”
So there I was in his unfamiliar kitchen cooking a Valentine’s Day meal for a guy I found to be a total brat.
Later he invited me to watch a movie with him, I agreed. He brought out one of my favorite shows; I looked at him strangely, because it was an internet show that I didn’t even realize had a DVD.
“I bought it to watch it with you.”
I did not find that endearing, I found it very creepy.
Half way through an episode he said “Sonya?”
“Yes?”
“I would really like to say that I went on a date tonight with my girlfriend.”
I stayed silent.
He crossed his arms together and huffed, “I think you are waiting around for something better.”
I looked at him surprised, and suddenly sure that Wolf was the one.
When I got home I had broken out in a rash from my neck down to my legs. Nicole put lotion on my body to try and soothe the itching. I repeatedly scratched my back so hard it was raw, which matched my legs; for years I had scratched the skin off my legs because they were so unbearably itchy. My Mom used to get ridiculously pissed off at me, as if I had chosen to do it to myself. Wolf actually brought up the fact that I might be allergic to my laundry detergent. Turns out I am rather allergic to laundry detergent, most soaps, lotion (the lotion Nicole was using on my body included), bananas and weed. Weed is very important because Peter was a major pot head, apparently if one smokes (hotboxes) in their home I get sick. Though I did not know any of that at the time, I just thought it was a rash for no reason.
“Oh my God, my body even hates Peter’s personality!”
Nicole laughed her ass off, “I actually think it does!”
***
I went on a second date with Peter about two weeks later, I actually ended up being quite late. Peter informed me he was taking me to a hockey game and I had to fight with every fiber of my being to get myself out the door. I did not want to go to a hockey game; I felt like I was cheating on child me, I promised myself I would never go.
The game was AWESOME; I had the best time and finally understood why the players got precedence over those that were just free skating. After the game Peter and I flirted with each other as we walked up to a gazebo outside the rink, it had always been my dream to be kissed in a gazebo and then he kissed me. It was such a heartfelt kiss and all I could think was I liked the hockey game better.
***
As I began distancing myself from Peter; he began inviting himself to my get togethers. He would call my friends to find out what we were up to then just show up at restaurants or clubs that we were at.
***
Everything came to a head one night at the Fraternity house. Wolf was not in town, but the girls and I had an open ended invitation to hang out there. The party was epic, Alex came with some friends and unfortunately for me Peter was one of them. I was thankful for him that Wolf wasn’t there because it would not have been pretty.
Peter followed me around for a bit, then I pulled him aside and said “I am here alone, as a single girl, you are a single guy, you should go out there and mingle.”
He nodded “I will do just that.”
He and I that night.
Then he disappeared. About an hour later I was talking to a cute guy with an accent when Peter came up and stood next to me. “How is your night going?”
“Good, how’s it going meeting new people?”
“Great, great I got tons of numbers!” He snapped.
“I am very happy for you Peter.” I genuinely was happy for him and for myself.
He just stood there eyeing the cute guy I had been flirting with, I reluctantly introduced them and Peter took him to the side with him. I heard “Do you smoke?”
Then more talking between them, and suddenly they were both gone from the party entirely.
Missa walked up to me livid, “He just lied to you; he has been upstairs talking to me for an hour about you.”
I rolled my eyes and moved on to the next group of people to talk to.
A while later Peter came back to the party alone. I asked him what happened to the guy and he just looked at me dead pan, “He had to go.”
I have always imagined that he did some messed up crap to the guy, because later his friends came up to me asking where he was, they couldn’t get a hold of him and they were starting to worry. I hung out at the same frat house for over four years, I even lived there for a while, and I never saw the guy again.
***
Around that time I lost my Nana and everyone that knew me knew it, I was pretty devastated and angry about the loss. I came home one day to roses on the ground in front of my apartment and a letter. I thought it was from my parents (for an unrelated reason) so I ran inside to read the letter; it was not from my parents, rather from Peter.
“I know that you are going through a lot right now and I understand that you need your space, but I really care about you and I know how it feels to lose a Grandparent. Please don’t hesitate to call when you are ready.”
Peter had never, NEVER been to my apartment and to this day I don’t know how he found out where I lived because everyone that was close to me was fed up with him, and they all thought he was crazy.
***
Hockey has yet to send a cute guy away, or follow me home, so again I stress I liked hockey better.
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