Maybe I Will Make It Down Here?

I think I might have figured out what Darwin was on about with this Evolution ramblings. I've been thrust into this new world and forced to either survive or die and I'm choosing to survive. The Philadelphia verison of myself would always hide amongst the safety of the pack and not really make bold moves, but down here if I don't step up my game I'm going to spend a lot of time alone in my big apartment drinking. So...

I really hit it off with this girl that I met a few weeks ago when I was down here to help with training the new staff. She's a punk rocker chick, piercings and an attitude included, and all of 19 years old. Now I know what you are thinking, Skip's just looking for trouble, but let me tell you a 19 year old in the South with no husband or kid is a miracle. The girls are fucking at 14 and divorcing at 18, so it's not as crazy as you think for me to be into this young thang. Although I will admit that I do have a proclivity for the youngsters that is well documented.

In any case, the old Yankee Skip would most likely oggle this girl while at work and do nothing about it except always consider "what if" scenarios in his head while at work, or in bed at night. Some of that has to do with the fear of romancing someone in the work place, especailly given my position and the other part is fear of rejection, of which I'm a brown belt at. Lucky for me that girl in question decided to quit the job after 4 full days of work and is no longer "off limits" as such.

Again, the old Skip would have probably just let her move on with her life and move onto another girl to crush on from afar. The Southland verison of Skip is completely different. The new Skip is fearless and clawing to survive in this crazy place and he is the guy who immediately saw an opportunity to pursue a girl that is 100% desirable and possibly even attainable. From what I have been able to figure out about the South, things like wife beating and being unfaithful are common place. A yankee like me that has a heart of gold is an asset, even despite my physical shortcomings. I speculated that this would be the case when I was coming down here on visits, but now I can confirm that it's the real deal.

When the word came down that my little punk rock baby quit the job, I immediatley called her and said that I wanted to hang out with her regardless of her work status with my company. I told her the truth and that is I don't know many people here and I don't want to lose contact with the one person I do know and like. What shocked me the most was that her response was "what took you so long to call me" and not "you are kind of creepy". We made some tentative plans for Saturday, of which I mentioned previous to this post, but when the time came for me to step it up I freaked out. Some things about the old Skip are still pushing through....like being scared shitless of being in an uncomfortable situation. My new friend called me at 6 PM to come over her apartment and drink with her and some "friends". From the sound of it, these friends were all male in sex and I wasn't looking to put myself into a spot like that before I really had a chance to know her better. So I blew her off.

Looking back on it, I am guessing that was where I went right. Again, the old Skip probably would have went over to the place, had a panic attack and split early or would have quickly become a center of ridicule by all participants (including the object of my desire). I decided that if she really wants to hang with me, then I'll wait for a better time. One when she and I can get together just to talk. Instead I just stayed in and drank some beer alone wondering if I was making the right move blowing off this one and only new friend I had in town. Thankfully at 11 PM the phone rang and the voice on the other side said in a drunken slur "can I come over to your place and get away from these people?"

Hell yeah! Fast forward a couple hours of talk and flirting and next thing you know I'm making out on my couch (the one I built from scratch earlier in the day) unitl the wee hours of the morning like a high schooler. Naturally I didn't make the first move, since I'm incapable of doing so, but I was quick to participate once the action picked up. I can't beleive my luck. I'm here for a week and I found a girl who doesn't mind making out with me? Will wonders never cease? So anyway, maybe I will make it down here afterall?