The Story of Us:Part 3( Gas Problems & Circling Sharks)

I awoke the next morning having already taken care of the 1st major issue. Since I didn't have any wheels of any kind I had asked Jesse to borrow his. He said yes, the only catch was that since he had to work that day I would have to pick him up and drop him off. A little bit after I got back from dropping Jesse off at work Sheena came over. We hung out for awhile , then started out to pick up Jesse. Edwards and Shannon(not the one ya'll met) asked if we could drop them of at the mall.
Through out my life girls have always seemed to come to me in triplicate. I can go forever without a single prospect, but everytime one shows up, at least two more come along causing major headaches for yours truly. This time it wasn't hard to decide, but I still had to deal with the others. Shannon was one of them.
Holt had met Shannon a couple months before at the shopette(like a 7-11, only on base). She called him out of the blue a couple weeks later, and since during the period he had acquired a girlfriend he passed her off to Edwards. After several weeks Edwards was getting tired of her and looking to pass her off. This brings us up to the Thursday night before I met Sheena. Ray, Shannon, and I decided to take a trip to waikiki that night. We didn't hit any bars or clubs, just wandered the streets(it's a fascinating town at night). It ended up being kinda wierd because as the night drew on it became almost a pseudo-date for me and Shannon. We began holding hands as we walked, shooting each other looks, in fact at the end of the night we ended up on the beach and she told me she would have kissed me had it not been for Edwards. I already knew Edwards was looking to pass her off so all I had to do was have a talk with Edwards sometime during the weekend. Of course after Friday night no more thoughts of hooking up with Shannon entered my cranium. Turned out to be dang fine timing to 'cause in the following weeks the true insanity of Shannon was revealed for all(not to mention the revealing of a certain condition that starts with H and stays with you your whole life)
We drop those two off at the mall and start on our way to pick up Jesse. The truck makes it another couple of miles and runs out of gas. CRAP!! I had been so distracted by Sheena that I hadn't even glanced at the gas gauge( for that matter it's pretty surprising that I didn't get into an accident because I was barely paying attention to the road). I'm seriously worried here, I'm on my 1st date with a hot girl and I run out of gas. Not only that but I have no idea where a gas station is located. Luckily we were near the Pearl Harbor gate. We wander up there and ask the gate guard where the nearest gas station is. He informs us that it is at least a mile and a half down. I'm freaking her, there is no way this could get worse. In every story I have ever read, when ever someone says it can't possibly get any worse, it always does, and this one is no exception. The gas station is pumps only, no little convince store from which I could possibly buy something to put the gas in. I have to hussle back a half a mile to the shoppette we passed on the way there. Sheena opts out on the trip. A lone female doesn't stay that way for long on a military base. As I'm jogging to the shoppette Johnny Seaman is running to his car, he smells girl and she's alone. Blood is in the water. The sharks are circling. My time is limited.She may turn down the 1st couple offers for a ride,but eventually she's going to realize that I'm the retard that ran out of gas on our 1st date and accept an offer. I get to the shopette, grab a couple of jugs of O.J. (god couldn't make this easy on me, noooo, they couldn't possibly have actual gas cans), and I'm out the door. In the four years I spent doing twelve mile road marches with 50 pounds on my back or endless marches thru the woods with mind numbingly small amounts of sleep never has half a mile seems longer or more daunting.Every step closer I expected to see the gas station and no Sheena. She was there when I got back, otherwise this would have been a tale of how I lost a hot girl because I'm a retard and ran out of gas on our 1st date. I get back, empty the jugs out, refill them with gas then promptly head out on the wrong foot by going in a different direction(I was really working hard on messing that day completely up). I had spotted a gate that I thought would place us closer to the truck and it would have, had it not been closed for repairs. Fortunately (god was paying me back for the gas can incident) there was a guy there and Sheena used her womanly charms to secure us a ride back to Jesse's truck. We get back, use a coke bottle as a funnel, dump the few gallons of gas in the truck, head back to the gas station, fill up the truck, and start out (again) to pick up Jesse

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