Explode the Moment

It is near Thanksgiving break and my phone rings. I am already home for break, yet the call is from a girl that I have had a crush on since my freshman year. She wants me to come back to my prairie, cow town for a party. I have nothing to do in my even smaller, prairie, cow town where I live, so of course, I go back. Is it destiny or choice? What if I had not chosen to go back? You see there would be girls there and they would have that flirty attitude, that fun, full of life giggle that I enjoyed. I was looking forward to maybe this night being different and one of these girls looking at me as more than a friend. I was not like the jock guys who did not have to use more than two syllable words in their vocabulary and for some reason, they still would score on the ballfield and in the bedroom. So of course, I drove back. At the house party, the usual loud music, the laughter of the girls and the token ball players were present. There also was a blond, beautiful girl, one of those you see in commercials, but not the type of woman who ever talks to me. She was headed my way and was looking right at me.