Fields

That night I went back to one of my recesses in the depths of the library as I usually did. Classes were in full swing and I had work to do. Vanessa was enough of a distraction, even as I hid in the catacombs.

I couldn't help thinking...who of her blog visitors had picked me out? Was I a complete mystery, or did the whole campus think I was having some super secret affair? I really wasn't much of a social animal outside my four or five geeky 'I care about slashdot more than sex' friends. I really didn't feel like hanging out with them 24-7 just to have an alibi in case this got out.

Ha, "got out." Here I was, guilty by association already...I might as well be getti...no, no, no. Yes, I had stumbled upon fertile fields for the seeds of evil. I did feel some latent excitement that most guys would have let this sort of thing get to them, even guys who had made a serious commitment like mine.

My life choice prevented me from taking her seriously, but I found that to be an impossibility. Seriousness was required to overcome the curiosity, the mystery...not only of her, but also of my own strength. This was a battle of man versus nature, and I would accept the challenge.

The reality is, I had little choice.