"Well, I rented the jacket, hat and shoes, but I already had the rubber pants."Well, I rented the jacket, hat and shoes, but I already had the rubber pants. Where did you find that outrageous wig?" Thirty seconds later, he stood morosely wiping champaign from his jacket, amazed to discover that not only had her accent been real, but the wig was not a wig, and her head was as empty as her glass was now. She was not The Woman. 'The Woman' was a sort of fantasy he'd entertained since puberty. He sat down at the cash bar, and thought back to his high school days, to his first and only great love. When he was about sixteen, and noticing girls in a big way, he'd made a pass at the sexiest red-headed girl in school, Mandy. This was a bold step for him, since he'd always had trouble talking to girls. It was discouraging, actually, for his swim-team body and cute looks tended to attract quite a few potential dates and even bed-mates. The problem was that Jason Stewart was not just a jock. He was smart, and he knew it, and he just couldn't relate to 99% of the girls at school, despite the urging of his percolating hormones. To be sure, there were a few smart girls at his school, but they dressed like bag-ladies, and their personal grooming habits would have shamed a wino. There appeared to be no females there with good looks, good taste, and intelligence in the entire city of St. Louis. Moreover, his social skills seemed somehow lacking when dealing with girls- they seemed to him almost an alien race, with quite different needs and goals than he. |