And Then There Was 1Nick

1Nick- \ˈnik\

Function: noun

Etymology: Middle English nyke, probably alteration of nocke nock

Date: 15th century

1 a: a small notch, groove, or chip b: a small cut or wound c: a break in one strand of two-stranded DNA caused by a missing phosphodiester bond2: a final critical moment <in the nick of time>3slang British: prison; also: police station4British: condition <in good nick> OH YEAH AND ALSO ME.......

Somewhere in the gloomy afternoon of middle Germany, during the dreaded Cold War there is dusty room dim and humid with a spectacular event about to happen. People jumbled around a beautiful young lass like lions around a gazelle on the Serengeti Plains of Africa. My father nowhere in the room to be found lost in the building somewhere or he might be in the hall not allowed in because of sanitary reasons. Just imagine this young 25 year old male pacing back and forth with raised blood pressure, sweat on his brow, knuckles ghostly white because his hands clenched tightly with anticipation. The room is electric with tension, as my mother is laid out on the hospital bed. She lets out a primal grunt, only associated with animalistic behavior. The young doctor turns away instantaneously, to grab a medical instrument of some sort. That is the very instant the nurse yells out with her squeaky mouse like voice.....

"Doctor, doctor his head, his head is crowning!!"

My Mother doesn't have time to even let the statement soak into to her mind. She contorts her face with concentration and pain in effort to create one last push. The Doctor reaches down and doesn't come back up until he has a 9lb 8oz baby boy in rough, sweaty hands. Sickly pale and tired my mother nearly faints from the whole ordeal. The nurses quickly whisk the baby boy away like a feather in the wind. What felt like an eternity they bring the crying baby boy back to my mother, she cries as she smiles with the bliss of giving life to such small beautiful creature. My father, who finally made it in the room has a smile (tears also in his eyes) greets this young man with a hearty...

"Good evening Nicholas, you are perhaps the greatest thing that has ever happened in my life."

Ok I must admit that this might not be what truly happened, but do you really expect me to really know the details I was under a lot of pressure that day, for it was me born in that dusty, dim hospital room.

Then boom everything in fast forward...

I turn one. Dad and Mom get divorced, talk about shitty. I move to Mora. I turn four and go to preschool. Then I turn five, time for kindergarten, mom gets re married. What was that guys name... Oh yeah Pat, that's his name. Then six years old, first grade and my first crush comes and goes. Then seven, second grade. Eight years old, third grade of course, I get my first crush on a teacher. I blur right through fourth, fifth, and sixth grade. Wait, was I even in sixth grade? Seventh grade now I am in the big school, with all the big kids. Alright! Eighth grade, never new what happened, but puberty kicks in talk about an awkward time for me. Ninth grade start planning for after high school that is some scary shit there. Tenth grade forgot it. Eleventh grade met another cute gal I liked a lot but now I've seem to have forgotten her name too. Then twelfth grade I graduate and get thrown out into the real world.

The real world, fuck I am not even sure. Of what you may ask? I don't even know what I am not sure of or if I am sure about being not sure about being sure I am not sure of anything. Holy shit I am confused, are you? Where do I go? Do I get a job, do I go to school? What am I suppose to do? Do you even know? Then again I could just...

Oops out of time make a decision... NOW!!!

Boom fast forward....

The world, ha, what funny place. I fall in love, then out of love, then in love, etcetera, and etcetera. I get arrested then find Jesus. Hi Jesus! I get out, I behave myself, get a job and then lose Jesus. Bye Jesus! I meet friends. Then I lose my job, move, get a Job and move, and then lose a job once again. I try to find Jesus again but become Buddhist, then Islamic, atheist, Muslim, Jewish, Mormon, a Quaker, Amish, Jehovah witness, and now not sure what I am. I find what I like, WOMEN. I research about what women like. I know what I like, 2SEX...

2Sex

Pronunciation: \ˈseks\

Function: noun

Etymology: Middle English, from Latin sexus

Date: 14th century

1: either of the two major forms of individuals that occur in many species and that are distinguished respectively as female or male especially on the basis of their reproductive organs and structures2: the sum of the structural, functional, and behavioral characteristics of organisms that are involved in reproduction marked by the union of gametes and that distinguish males and females3 a: sexually motivated phenomena or behavior b: sexual intercourse4: genitalia

Ok sex isn't good enough of a word, not nearly detailed enough, not harsh enough of a definition...

Ok how about this one... 3SEXUAL INTERCOURSE

3Sexual Intercourse

Function: noun

Date: 1799

1: heterosexual intercourse involving penetration of the vagina by the penis: coitus 2: intercourse (as anal or oral intercourse) that does not involve penetration of the vagina by the penis

See that's the one, that 's what I was looking for...

I never had sex until a year ago you know. I go on a sex rampage, eleven women in one year, talk about addicted to something. I quit my factory job people die. I become a bartender, finally meet a girl I like and still haven't had sex with her. That's a good thing I need to slow down. Join college and now here I sit typing the most slipshod thing I have comprehended for a long time.

Ok time to slow down, retard my life, catch my breath, make baby steps, you know, smell the roses. But where do I begin? Do I begin at the starting point of my sorry but somehow content life or at the end of it. I know how about this morning, this cold dark morning here in Minnesota. Yeah that's where I will start, that is the perfect place. Hell it's still fresh in my mind, why not?

It is kind of a surreal moment waking up in your own bed with a woman you think you love and a child of hers that is from a past relationship. I never viewed my life being right here right now at this stage of my early adulthood. It isn't a bad thing, is it?

I lay awake in my bed blankly staring at the ceiling. Blind to what's around me from the deep blackness of night. The only noises I hear are emanating from the lungs of my female friend lying next to me and her son between us. I lie there thinking, thinking of what I am doing here not just in the bed but here in my life. I am a 25 year old male wondering about my life. It is surreal moment I believe for any young male without kids or a family of his own to wake up from the brush of a tiny hand across his face. I almost feel complete where I am, even though this child is not mine. My eyes adjust to the dim lit room and I make out the figures of a beautiful young female adult and her own flesh and blood hugging her. I felt jealous to a certain point. Then I begin to think about what I want. Do I have a biological clock? Is this what I want in life? I have been very content with being that single bachelor male. Not having to think about who is next to me in bed wondering if they are comfortable. Fearing that the child will be ok, maybe, just maybe I could accidentally hurt this child if I fell asleep and moved wrong. Wow talk about a new experience for someone like me. Somewhat scary and somewhat exciting, I think that I am in love.

I am in love with this moment. I am in love with this experience. I am love with the girl next to me, well a least I think I am. Is it a normal feeling to have a want, maybe a need, to just spend your whole day with someone, with no constructive outcome from it except just the pleasure of their company.

After I woke up I found myself having trouble getting ready for school. I just wanted to climb right back into bed and do nothing with this person, my young female friend. But I finally muscled up enough will power to actually get ready for school. My mind was just a jumble of thoughts it took me 20 minutes to get dressed. I kept coming in out of the room as she lay awake watching me, probably wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. The last trip, out of the thirty times I was in and out of the room was when she stopped me.

"Come here." She whispered softly

I went over to the bed and she gave me the best thing I could asked for that morning, a cup of coffee. No, no just kidding it was a kiss. It was a kiss I have never had; it was that kiss you see your mother give your father as he leaves to go to work. It was a kiss that said

"I will be here when you get back."

That is what made my day. I was in the state of euphoria after that. Now nothing can ruin my day.