There’s Something about John
“I don’t know, there is just something about him that kind of freaks me out.”
“Yeah I know exactly what you mean! I’ll admit he’s cute, and he seems like a really nice guy, there is just something I can’t put my finger on that makes me not trust him.”
“He seems like a good guy to be friends with… but I can’t see myself ever knowing him well enough to want anything more. He’s just so… different. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Oh, that kid… he’s creepy. He’s so quiet and reserved. One minute he’ll be somewhere, and a second later no one can find him. It’s so weird!”
I had been hearing comments like these all of my life. Of course, no one knew I was hearing them, but that didn’t really seem to matter; their words still stung as if they knew I was standing only two feet away. These girls, and girls like them, found no interest in me. Here I was – an attractive, (so they claimed), slightly reserved, sophomore in college – and I had never had a girlfriend. I had never even been close to having a girlfriend, for that matter. No one had ever been able to see past my quirks, no one had ever seen the real me. I guess that’s partly my fault, though, because half the time I didn’t let people see me.
Let me start from the beginning. My name is John Smith. It’s a pretty ordinary name, fit for a pretty ordinary guy. From the outside, that’s what I appeared to be, an ordinary guy. I have ordinary features; come from an ordinary town called Glen’s Cove, right outside New York; and had an ordinary childhood with two parents and a sister. My ordinary brown hair swoops down ordinarily over my forehead, covering the tops of my eyes. My ordinary frame never seemed to repulsed girls away, yet obviously never attracted them either. I go to an ordinary University, with lots of other ordinary people. From the outside, people might have mistaken me for ordinary. I was not ordinary.
Since the day I was born, my...