Steve: Vol I

This is based on a true story. Names, places and dates have been changed to protect the innocent, and in the case of one guy, the very stupid. Some scenes have been dramatized for that extra oomph.

Once upon a time, there lived a guy named Steve. He was a student studying for a degree. Steve was a shy sort. The kind of guy who, if invited to parties, tends to gravitate towards the punchbowl or the house DJ and just stand there either commenting on the sweetness of the drinks or bobbing his head to the rhythym of the music.

Steve was in his early twenties. He loved certain sports, but in truth couldn’t play any of them even if his life depended on it. He loved being the spectator, and this didn’t just apply to football or badminton or tennis or basketball. For Steve, life itself was a spectator sport.

He loved music too. With friends (yes, he had friends, surprisingly as that may seem), he’d be discussing the likes of Nirvana, Guns N’ Roses, Aerosmith and Metallica. In private though, he loved to listen to the easy stuff. Light and Easy. Like the radio station. Why the duplicity? Simply, really. At that age, men not listening to hard rock and heavy metal were thought to be wimps. Sad, but unfortunately true.

All in all, Steve was a certifiable, card-carrying citizen of Nerd Nation.

Which is why Steve didn’t have a girlfriend. Not that he didn’t want to enjoy the company of a good woman, but Steve was realistic enough to expect that a good woman was unlikely to enjoy his company. So he never even picked up a girl. Never flirted. Never tried.

At least, that was the case until one fine May morning.

It was the start of a new semester, and students were filing into the lecture hall. Steve looked around and knew, of course, that the room will never be this full again for the rest of the semester. He walked towards the end of the hall, because that’s where people who want to be anonymous go. He found a good seat, behind a short girl, so he could peer over her to see the whiteboard. The seat was the first one of the row, next to the aisle. This would allow him, in an emergency like a fire or a Nature Call, to quickly make an exit without having to step on anyone’s toes. No one was sitting with him, so he could put his backpack and files on the seat on his right. He took out his notepad and his standard Kilometrico black pen, and began scribbling notes as the lecture started.

5 minutes later, his life would turn upside-down.

Next: Vol II

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17 thoughts on “Steve: Vol I”

  1. Eh thisguy, I got 5 Gmail invites – want one?

    (I won’t make you do anything for my entertainment, unlike a certain Sashi :P)

  2. haiya… keeping us in suspense! yuk!
    well it’s been really intriguing thus far.. looking forward to the next installment!

  3. heyman – if you come across more invites for gmail, lemme know yea ? i always seem to find out too late.

  4. ash: i expected to write this in one swoop, but it’s not as easy as i thought…

    mdmafia: they’re always around. just overlooked, as usual…

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