Kyle

I’ve always been a little desperate for male attention. I can’t help it. I crave companionship and love and I don’t get it much. So I sometimes come off a little clingy and well… desperate.

When I first started my job at the theatre, there was a supervisor that I was just enamored with. I loved working with him and he knew it. One day, we were sitting in the usher closet killing time. Kyle was talking to another guy in the room when he looked down at me. I said,

“Oh wow, your eyes are blue.” It wasn’t in an ‘I’m creepy and in love with you’ kind of way. More like an ‘Oh I just happened to notice that you have really blue eyes. Good for you!’ kind of way. He said, “Aw.” And lifted my chin with his hand and looked at me for a moment. My knees went weak. I don’t know why I found that so adorable, but I did. From that moment on, I was hooked. And I guess he was too.

A couple days later, he messaged me on facebook with his number and an invitation to text him any time I felt like it. So, we started talking. He told me all about how he had dated 18 girls and all of them had cheated on him. He also told me he was addicted to sex. Awesome, right? I of course, was convinced I could cure anyone of anything. I have a savior complex. I told him I didn’t judge him for anything.

A little while later, I was invited to hang out with him at his house. His house was a half hour away and I was not allowed to be out of the house, really. But I didn’t care. I was so in "like" with him that I would have moved mountains to get to him. So I snuck out of the house to go see him.

His sister was there and they were playing Mario on the wii. The weird thing about Kyle and his sister is they look EXACTLY alike. Like if you put a wig on Kyle, they could literally pass as the same person. His sister is super pretty though, so it’s weird. But anyway, you would have thought that Kyle would have stopped playing with his sister and engaged in some sort of activity with me. But no. He just assumed that I had come over to watch him play Mario. Not even close.

Finally I decided it was time to go home. He paused his game to walk me outside. How kind, right? Boys are stupid. Anyway, a little back story. A few weeks previously my car had been broken into. They had thrown a rock through the rear left passenger side window. I usually kept it taped up, but for some reason, I didn’t one night. I drove to work without a problem, but about halfway through my shift, I noticed it was pouring outside. I begged my manager to let me run outside and tape my window up. She agreed as long as I took Kyle so I didn’t get raped in the parking lot. Little did she know that Kyle was probably the person most likely to rape me out there. Anyway, we grabbed towels, tape, and a trash bag and ran outside to tape the window up. He did most of the taping, however, since I’m a bit incompetent.

The day that I went over to Kyle’s house I had actually had someone out to fix my window. So when he walked me out, I showed him the window repair.  

We bantered playfully back and forth about how fixing windows temporarily was the only thing he was good at- that and bossing everyone around. He turned to look at me and said, “I’m good at other things,”

I said, “Oh yeah? Like what?” He smirked at me for a minute then said,

“Kissing for one.” BOLD.

I said, “Yeah? I don’t think you can really be the judge of that. You’ll need an unbiased judge.”

“Know any?” he asked getting closer. My heart was pounding in my chest. He was going to kiss me.

“Well, you’re in luck. I just happen to have a degree in unbiased judging.” Don’t judge me. I was a cheesy 18 year old. Probably because he really couldn’t handle any more of my “witty come-backs”, he kissed me. We made out for what felt like forever. He stopped me a couple times and told me to slow down. Apparently, I was too passionate. But all I knew from kissing I learned from a divorced 26 year old. Pardon me if I was a little too frisky.

In the middle of our make out sesh, Kyle received a phone call.

“It’s my ex.” He said answering the phone. I waited patiently while he told her he was busy and would call her back later. He immediately resumed exploring my molars with his tongue.

I don’t even remember driving home. I was on cloud nine. I was so happy, in fact, that I forgot to charge my phone. So, naturally, it died early that morning and I didn’t have it all through the school day. As soon as I got home, I plugged it in and watched as all the texts came flooding in.

There were several from Kyle. The first said, “I’m thinking of you.” The second, “We need to talk.” The third, “Listen, I really like you, but I don’t want to ruin your innocence. I think we should be friends.”

Awesome. I was heartbroken. I kept going over the night trying to figure out what went wrong. What had happened between then and now to make him think that? But what could I do? I wasn’t going to sit there and try to convince him to be with me. It was my first rejection. The first time I had ever been kissed then denied.

So I sent him a text back that said something along the lines of, “Oh it’s fine. I totally understand. Friends it is. J” or some other stupid variety. He immediately sent me a text back that read,

“Kay good. Don’t tell anyone. I’m already in enough trouble at work.” I didn’t understand fraternization rules and the like so I didn’t understand what he was talking about. But I went with it.

I did okay for the first couple hours… I talked to a couple of my friends about it. I cried for a couple hours, yelled for a couple more. But then I needed to talk to someone.

There was another guy from work who really liked me and wanted to date me. I never felt quite right about the idea of dating him though so it never ended up happening. He ended up texting me that night though and he was always really good at cheering me up, so I spilled the beans. All the beans. And let me just tell you, those beans got spread everywhere….

Cameron, the guy I told, went to one of my managers that he had dated previously and told her that Kyle had kissed me. Oddly enough the manager he told knew Kyle’s ex girlfriend and told her. It wasn’t really that odd that she knew her though because she happened to be a manager also. And she wasn’t his ex girlfriend. She was his current girlfriend. Of course.

I had no idea that “Danielle” was actually Danielle Deme or Ms. Deme to me. So she confronted Kyle about it. He of course lied, something he’s very good at, and said, “What? No. I stayed at your house that night. How could I have been with her? She’s just obsessed with me. And she lies all the time.” Awesome Kyle. Thanks for that.

So I was pissed. But still in “like” with him. He confronted me about opening my big fat mouth and wouldn’t really talk to me anymore. So I went to the store, bought peanut butter pre-made cookie dough and went home to put them in the oven to bake. Simple enough, right?

Wrong. Apparently I’m the world’s worst cook. I burnt the cookies. In like a bad, terrible, “you shouldn’t give these to Kyle” kind of way. But I didn’t have time to go back to the store to get more. I made a decision to take them to him anyway. I figured he would think it endearing that I couldn’t cook. Umm yeah. Wrong again. I was very wrong all the time.

I went on the long voyage to his house once more. I knocked on the door and was surprised when a fellow team member opened the door. Apparently Kyle fraternized in every way possible. I handed him the cookies that had a big note taped over the plate that read SORRY in big bold letters. I handed them to my co-worker and said,

“These are for Kyle. They’re burned and gross. But can you just tell him I’m sorry?” he said he would and put them inside. I left feeling very stupid.

Once Kyle got over the fact that I had blabbed and nearly ended his relationship, he started talking to me again. He made fun of me for the cookies and told everyone how in love with him I’d been. I became obsessed with telling everyone all about my interaction with Kyle. I couldn’t help it. I was addicted to the attention.

He started texting me a lot more frequently asking me for dirty pictures and crying about his life. I never did send him nor any other guys anything indecent, which I’m very proud of, but I really should not have been texting him when he was in that state. That is to say highly intoxicated.

Eventually, when he figured out I wouldn’t send him any pictures, the texts stopped. But then he started following me into usher closets and laundry closets and trying to kiss me. Getting tired of being assaulted and partially molested every time I was alone with him, I confided in a fellow worker. She expressed that she had been in similar situations only much worse. Apparently it had happened to just about every female employee there.

In the end, Kyle got what was coming to him. He got a new job at Wal-Mart and got engaged to Danielle who later cheated on him with a different manager from work. I have no contact with him anymore. I deleted his number and blocked him on facebook and boy am I glad I did. Lesson learned with this boy? Don’t mix work and pleasure. A mistake I won’t make again in a hurry.