• You know the first time I met him, I didn’t know what he would mean to me or what impact he was going to have in my life. He was just another pretty face. The more I think about it, the more I wish that is all he ever was to me. Just another pretty face.
    I guess this whole thing started in late September. I was a freshman at the local community college. Which I hated. Not because it was Community College like most people thought but because, I was nobody. I liked being somebody. I liked being in charge of just about every club and knowing what was going on in every corner of the school. That was my high school career. This sadly was my college career. As much as I wanted them to mimic each other in areas of glory, prestige, and control; I was never going to be able to do that. Well not at least in my freshmen year partly due to me meeting him. I suppose the first time we met it was in my sociology class.
    It was class that ran from 12 to 1:30. It was interesting but not enough to hold my attention. So I would daze off into another world every now and then. I would as my mom puts it “let my thoughts take control and leave my body and it earthliness wherever I would happen to be”. I tended to do this a lot in this class. So as you can guess, the teacher didn’t like me a lot. Any chance he got he would try to embarrass me. This mostly came in the form of dropping some books on my desk while I was off in “LA-LA Land” as he put it one day.
    One day I was in class and off thinking about what the future might hold and how life is actually like a highway and not just some catchy song lyrics, when fate, destiny, or whatever you might want to call it kicked in. my teacher was walking over to me most likely planning on dropping the text book on my desk if I didn’t answer him right away, when I felt a soft gentle tap on my side. It startled me enough to get me aware of what was going on and respond to my teacher question about what research method I would use in a particular way. When he walked away, I turned around to see him smiling showing off his perfect white teeth. I muttered a thanks and a smile. And in return in he said every so softly “anything for a pretty face and sexy body to go with it “I blushed and turned back around as quick as I possibly could. He laughed and said something about the cute ones always being modest.
    The rest of the class that day went by rather slower than usual.it might have been the fact I could day dream anymore because my teacher was watching me know waiting for me to slip up or because I wanted to go meet my new found friend with the great smile outside of the class and thank him again. But for whatever the reason class seemed to be taking forever.
    Something tells me that I should have known then and there, but how could I. He was just the boy with the pretty smile and all I wish now is that he would have stayed like that.
    Just a pretty smile.