From A Great and Glorious Game:
Just another heartbreak to contend with. Or at least, that was what I thought Our whirlwind relationship began on the 4th, 5 months ago.
For me, it was the happiest day then. I had other ex-girlfriends, but none of them would eventually compare to Gerry. She made me feel loved, that finally this relationship was real, and not the sort that was just for fun. I treated it as a serious relationship and I certainly hope she did too.
I first met her during my diving class.
I remembered setting my eyes on her for the first time and wondering why would a girl be in our diving class. She was a normal, average and timid looking girl who was still cowed by the fact that 28 boys were staring at her.
She felt our stares; she shifted uncomfortably and moved her gaze from the ground and our eyes met. It felt like a shock, but somehow, I knew, from that point of time onwards, that she would come to be the most perfect girl I had ever known.
I walked down to get my suit and brushed past her, almost as if I paid no heed to her existence. However, my mind was befuddled by the flurry of thoughts that were racing through it then, a jumbled multitude of information that somehow told me the same thing when I figured them out-I liked her.
I was taking the course with my best friend then. Naturally, we assumed partners in our drills. Call it fate, but I was picked out by my coach to pair the "young lady" who had just come into our class, not knowing anything at all.
I, was supposed to help her assimilate, as my coach put it. My job basically was to make her feel at home with the training and not be awkward, and I had no idea how to do it. Fearing the growing silence between us, I raked my mind desperately for a question to ask her.
I feeble attempted," First time? Cute, I thought to myself as I continued on with the standard procedures that we needed to carry out. Keeping quiet, I busied myself around her, helping her adjust her weight belt, pumping air into her BCD.
She had everything that I could ask for. I signaled her and we both hopped into the pool. I briefly explained to her everything that she needed to do and once again she nodded. Upon hearing that, she laughed and a "Yes" came out from her mouth.
Her laugh was enticing. It kept echoing in my mind and I had to shake my head to get rid of the distraction. Her eyes searched for mine again; they locked and her eyes showed the complete trust she had for me as she slowly descended underwater.
I blinked my eyes and dived underwater, forgetting to breathe along the way, causing myself to swallow water and choke, making a fool of myself. Concentrate, I told myself as I dived down once again. The drills continued for 3 hours, with breaks in between. I slowly learnt more about her; she was younger then me by one year, played netball, and she liked Korean Pop.
At that point of time, I shook my head in minor disapproval; I hated Korean Pop then. We slowly got to know each other better, and at the end of the training session, I could even crack a few jokes with her. I helped her keep her own equipment even though it cost me even more time. I felt a tinge of sadness as I waved goodbye.
I would not be seeing her for another week. In the meantime, we talked online.From A Great and Glorious Game: Baseball Writings of A. Bartlett Giamatti by A. Bartlett Giamatti, et al "The Green Fields of the Mind " It breaks your heart.
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