[ WP ] The reason she never called you back was because she was abducted by an alien civilization . She adapted , grew , and lead a rebellion to overthrow the tyrant that ruled there . Today she just texted that she wants to go out again .

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 My god that was a tight hug. Something hard underneath her top was pressing into my underarms and back. 
 
 I realized it was her muscles when she took a step back to take me in. The lines of her biceps and triceps made the small purple top look molded to her body. 
 
 `` I missed you,'' She smiled and looked around the busy food court, `` I've missed all of this.'' 
 
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 I had been sitting on the couch a few hours earlier watching my roommate recreate childhood memories with the N64 version of Zelda when my phone vibrated. 
 
 `` Hey, are you busy tonight? I'm back in town. Would really love to see you!'' 
 
 `` Who is this?'' I responded. The number was n't in my contact list. 
 
 `` It's Samantha!'' 
 
 Samantha and I had been on four dates over the course of two weeks a little more than a year ago. We had gotten pretty hot and heavy on the last date and then... she had never called again. 
 
 `` Ignore the bitch!'' Justin sneered as did battle in the game, `` I do n't want to see you crying again.'' 
 
 `` Crying? I did n't cry. I mean it sucked but...'' 
 
 `` But, butt, dat ass. Read it to me again!'' he screamed at the television as he lost his virtual life. 
 
 I read it again. 
 
 `` Hmmm, she sounds DTF. How about I go out with her and tell her how much she hurt you last time? Ya know, I could take one for the team!'' 
 
 I hit him in the face with the pillow that had been propping up my head. I picked up the phone and tapped back, `` Sure, I'm free tonight.'' 
 
 `` Cool, let's meet at the mall food court in front of the Orange Julius. See you at 6! xoxo'' 
 
 `` The food court? Is this chick 15?'' Justin was looking over my shoulder. He slowly swiveled his head to stare at me and gave a wry smile, `` Cause that will get you 20!'' 
 
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 `` So where have you been, what have you been up to?'' Samantha smiled as we sat down at a small round 2 seat table. 
 
 `` I was just about to ask you the same thing,'' I took a sip of my drink. 
 
 `` Oh I do n't really want to talk about that. I would much rather talk about you!'' She had n't lost any of her bubbliness by bulking up. I started to wonder why a woman this fit would be interested in my video game playing physique. I decided it would be charm. 
 
 `` Well that's a first. When they sit you down in Guy School the first lesson is,'always talk about her, do n't talk about yourself.' Are you telling me all those years in Guy School were a waste of my time?'' 
 
 She laughed loudly and I stared a little too longingly into her eyes. I caught myself and quickly spoke, `` Well I've just been finishing school, hanging out with friends... Nothing much has really changed since the last time we went out.'' 
 
 There was an awkward pause. I had accidentally pulled off the scab that time had made. 
 
 She looked me in the eyes and put a hand on top of mine, `` It was n't you. I know girls say that a lot, but I swear to God it was n't. I wanted to call you... I just did n't have a way to.'' 
 
 `` Were you out of the country?'' I was intrigued more by the distant look in her eyes than what she was saying. 
 
 She looked down at her plate of noodles from the Panda Wok and poked a finger at them, `` It's so strange to eat something that is n't moving.'' 
 
 `` Samantha, are you OK?'' 
 
 Every time I see one of those flash mob videos on YouTube I tell myself that I would recognize a flash mob when I saw one. What happened next in that food court had me believing I was seeing one. 
 
 First one male voice started singing over and over, `` Gorolo the Conqueror has a message for you!'' 
 
 Then a female voice joined, `` He requests your presence at the following coordinates!'' 
 
 Then 20 more people filed into a line next to our table out of the random crowd and began to sing in unison, `` 44.8588035 -93.24489360000001, 44.8588035 -93.24489360000001, 44.8588035 -93.24489360000001, 44.8588035 -93.24489360000001'' 
 
 Finally the first male singer stepped forward and sung in a low deep foreboding voice, `` Do n't delay!'' 
 
 After that it was as if nothing had happened. The participants melted back into the crowed, and aside from the gawkers who wondered what the hell had just happened, it was another day at the mall. 
 
 Samantha groaned and hit the table so hard the metal supports underneath buckled and the top hit my knees, `` That son of a bitch! I told him not to call me here!'' 
 
 `` Samantha,'' I started to speak. I wanted to ask her what was going on but a voice of foreboding popped up in my head. 
 
 It was a like that stereotype comedians use when black people watch horror movies at the theater, `` Bitch! Do n't go in there!'' My better instincts were telling me that what I had just witnessed was n't natural and that it might be time to run. 
 
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 maybe more later when there is time 
 

