The Girl XXX

It must be fate. Ever since the girl named XXX threw my toothpaste tube down the toilet bowl when we were in pre-school I have been challenged with girls. I really do not know why as I remembered I was quiet charming and friendly. It was one of those talks one had during recess while brushing. XXX was quite advance for our age. Taller than most of us and wider too. She was BIG.

Blame it on the Animal Kingdom or rather the book our teacher had shown us the other day before. It was one of those pretty books with a lot of drawings and little words. And it showed a trip of Little Jane to the Zoo.

XXX and I were talking she asked me what animals we would be in the book. I though I would be a monkey given my slim figure and natural intelligence. And she was looking at me waiting what animal she would be and I said she would be the Gorilla with the White stripe on its back.

Then it happened BAM.

She got my red and white tooth paste and took it to the banyo, toilet and flushed it down. Bye bye toothpaste. Still I was lucky it was the toothpaste and not me I guess.

Years later I saw XXX again in college and our talk went to pre-school days for some unknown reason and she was talking about this small unggoy like boy who called her an ape. Luckily, She did not remember me or who I was despite maintaining my youthful feartures and slim figure. Very lucky indeed because she would have been still able to throw me down the toilet.

XXX was of course was and never had been my love - which was lucky in more ways than one. And never did I date her.

I wonder with what I know now and the knowledge I stumble upon at work would it have been different? Not that I fancy the girl named XXX.