Running With Pens and Pencils and Word Processors

People who know me well know that I am a forum member of a website known as Wrong Planet, which is a hub for individuals on the autism spectrum, including Asperger's.

While posting a topic,

RELAX!!!! It's understandable to be nervous. Heck, I was so nervous that I nearly puked while sleeping over at the house of a girl I liked (no less my first kiss!!!) But that might have been a combination of caffeine and kelbasa and my mono-ruined stomach. But at least you're not driving 100 miles to meet a girl!

 The responses went like this:

 I wish we could hear THIS story! =)

And:

Yes, I second this! 

 Well, I'd like to believe that I am a naturally born storyteller. I've been working on a novel now for the last four years and I want to get it published this summer. Of course, it might mean sidelining a flight simulation hobby for a while, but if it means I become a minor celebrity/major autism celebrity, it's all worth it.

Anyways, the story goes like this (from Wrong Planet)

I'm from Upstate New York, and I was transferring to a new SUNY school and this girl was an incoming freshman. Anyways, we started chatting it up on Facebook, and before I know it, we were skyping and IM'ing like crazy and the like. She lived a hundred miles away from where I did, about an hour from Syracuse. So we set a date for a Saturday, and I headed down to where she lived, and we swung by the Carousel Mall (now Destiny USA) and had a blast. Held hands, had Taco Bell and we just couldn't stop holding hands. Her dad, a really chill guy, allowed me to spend the night and have barbecue with her extended family. Back at her dad's we made out on her bed. Strike one. A caffeinated first kiss. Then came meeting her family, and that was okay. But I downed enough kielbasa and macaroni salad to make my poor stomach say "HELP ME"!!! Between being nervous, eating fast food and stomach-upsetting food, I had a recipe for disaster. I spent nearly an hour crouched over at a really dirty toilet. Thankfully, my stomach contents stayed in my stomach. A fun weekend, but I learned something: stay away from girls who are obsessive ice coffee drinkers if you have an intolerance to caffeine like I have!!!

I think in the end I not only upset my stomach lining, I also was a nervous wreck. I went home the following day with a hickie on my neck.

The longer story is even funnier, but I'll leave that for the imagination.

Two weeks later I made another trip down. Bad decision., Needless to say I left early, and well, it was a nasty end. No cops, but tons of emotion. Turns out her heart turned on me, and whatever interest she had fled the coop. I might have been a little too clingy, but understand this was my first romantic relationship.

Since then, I've dated a best friend's younger sister (the only person I can consider even remotely an ex that I still on occasion chat with, but even that's awkward) and my most recent ex (who I no longer talk to on any basis).

My last ex was the one I had the longest romantic relationship with. The one before I've known her since elementary or middle school. My most recent ex is the one I almost lost my v-card to, and surprisingly, the relationship I was the most comfortable in, even though her parents and sister didn't really like me.

I hope I have a future as an author. Maybe keeping a journal for almost nine years is paying off. Of course, the stuff I would write, except for non-fiction work and my autobiography would be almost completely fictional. That story just happens to be a real life case that I didn't even bother exaggerating. Stories about my life are fresh and unadulterated. But I'll put it out there: a born storyteller is something I am.