I'm Sorry, Tommy Nguyen

14 year old girls giggling away, simple lives, chips and dip, Glenn Allen won't return my phone calls. Shopping trips, crazy hair styles, dragon nails and my mother's heels. I loved being 14. Before the days of caller id, before the days of the internet, and Myspace and instant messenger. I loved slumber parties and staying up all night pranking all the boys that couldn't be bothered enough to care. The small list of adorable boys gets used and abused in the course of an hour and my mind wanders to the what could be. I place my menu in front of me, The New Times band members wanted page and start my first course. I pose as the girlfriend of a guy who plays the bass, who is looking for a new band for the last one he is in just totally broke up, man (yes I can say all that in one breath..) Somehow and surprisingly it goes exactly how I figured, I flirt and they all take to it like little flies to fresh shit. I make "friends" with one boy, Tommy and we seem to click right off the bat, only he isn't a boy, more like a man, well more like 21 and in college. I tell him my name is Kayleigh (it isn't...) and we start up a flirtation that lasts for 3 years. All during the time, I am way to young and I get buried neck deep in the lies that I tell, covering for my age and various perceived flaws. We may have run into each other a million times for we hunted on the same grounds and we frequented the same haunts. But wrapped up in the masquerade we never knew who the other really was. We were close, as close as you can be without the physicality and I thought in my heart that this guy really could be the one. Three years is a long time to keep a pseudo love affair going. We went through various dramas and traumas. We somehow never once lost touch. Then when it seemed enough was enough we agreed to meet. Apprehension thick and acidic flowed though my veins, I couldn't remember if I told him if I was a brunette or a blond or what the fuck I told him I looked like. Ohh well, I was 17 and cute this couldn't possibly go wrong, could it? We planned a easy meet, record store on 7th ave, he walked in and I wanted to bolt.... This wasn't the hot rocker I thought I had twisted around my baby sized finger. This was some short Asian guy with Prince permed hair and platform boots and he even with the two inch lift he still only reached my boobs. I'm not a tall girl, only 5'5 and this guy was itty bitty. I had a completely different vision in my head. I got the impression from his confused look that I wasn't his perfect playmate either. Ohh what the fuck did I tell him? Did he ever mention he was this fucking short? Didn't he say he was good looking? mmmmm...... Three years of talk all swirled around in little whirlpools of blur.... who knows?? He walks up, smiles a sheepish smile. His teeth were grotesquely crooked and discolored and for me that was the deal breaker. I quickly announce that I couldn't stay, I had a friend who needed me to pick up asap for she had been drinking and had gotten herself in a bit of trouble. I power walk to the open door, jump in my Chevy Citation and that was the end of Tommy. Weird, three years of phone calls, and the end happens so abruptly it was like it never existed. Was I really that shallow? Was I really that immature? Fuck, I was 17, of course I was. Time travels and I go off to college and forget all about Tommy. Well, that is till one day when one of my girlfriends tells me she has fixed me up on a blind date with this guy that she thinks I would be soooo perfect for. I am game til she tells me it with this really sweet guy named Tommy Nguyen. Nooooo way.......

Couple months later I unwittingly date his brother Kenny..... talk about awkward moments......