True, Jameson (Part 1)
True, Jameson (Part 1)
My mum once said that I should pack my bags and join the circus with all the other freaks; I suppose that’s why, to spite her, I decided to train as an acrobat soon after I turned sixteen.Despite my relationship with my parents had never been great, they were both sport-crazed and their passion for fitness was bound to rub off on me one way or another. I took up football, rugby and basketball as soon as I started high-school and things progressed from there. It only seemed natural that I chose to study Physical Education at University.Although I’m motivated and ambitious, it’s the simple things in life which please me the most.Give me a ping-pong ball, a table-tennis table and some cups (preferably of beer) and I’ll be amused for several hours.Somehow, at University, bonding with others came easily to me. I wasn’t particularly charismatic or anything, I just enjoyed spending time with others who shared my interest in fitness or who were as easily amused by things as I was.The craziest get together I organised in the first year was an outdoor swimwear bash on the outskirts of the campus. The music was pumping and the conversation was flowing. All seemed perfect, until it started to rain like crazy! Still, it didn’t stop me, or a few other brave individuals, from enjoying ourselves.Somehow, I gained the reputation of being a bit of a womanizer too, although I wasn’t the kind of guy to sleep with any old girl.Truthfully, I found girls easier to get on with since I had basically grown up with my sisters, Malibu and Amaretto, mothering over me (despite we were all the same age).There was one girl in particular who I was drawn to. Her name was Mika Moore and she happened to be studying the same subject as me. I managed to find the occasional way to spend time alone with her, without being too full on or creepy. I wouldn’t say I was great at flirting, but I quickly started to learn the tricks of the trade.Mika was pretty fun and a happy go-go kind of girl, so she would quite happily pose for silly pictures with me.After a bit of encouragement from my friend, Stephen Brackney,I decided to muster up the courage to ask Mika out on a date.I figured as well that nothing could be as traumatizing as the time the University sports’ mascot tried to come onto me one night in the Student Union. Inviting Mika round was the simple part. It was finding what to say that was the challenge.
‘Are you asking me out?’ Mika asked, when she finally made sense of my gibberish. I nodded in reply and she smiled before announcing she was glad I’d asked and that she was happy to “see how things work out”.As she excused herself to use the bathroom, and to probably to text her friends about me, I couldn’t prevent a huge grin from spreading across my face. That had been far easier than I’d anticipated.In hindsight, it should have occurred to me that something was likely to go drastically wrong.