Meow Mix

A Cat's Tale

====Chapter Four====

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I picked Miranda up at 6pm for the football game. When she answered the door, I admit that my brain froze. I was in awe that this creature would want ME. She was dressed casually since we were going to a high school football game. Although the way she filled out her shorts created anything but a casual interest in me. The woman had LEGS!

I was never much of a football fan, but I must admit that I had a great time. Part of it was because Miranda obviously WAS a fan. She was screaming her head off after every play. After one particularly loud outburst, the guy in the bleacher row behind us patted her on the back and told her that it would be okay. Miranda just smiled at me sheepishly and sat back down. It was the most normal thing in the world for me to put my arm around her and hug her to me.

There was no way that I was able to keep my arm around her the entire game. Not with her jumping up and down like a jack-in-the-box. But after that, Miranda would grab and hold tight to my hand every time she managed to sit back down. I loved it.

Dinner was nothing fancy, just some hot dogs grabbed from the concession stand at the game. Miranda didn't seem to mind though. We ate our dogs during half time and talked about minor inconsequential things.

By the time I got Miranda home, I was half in love. For her part, Miranda was slightly windblown and the tip of her nose was red from sitting out in the sun. She was also beaming from ear to ear. That's when I kissed her.

It was the tentative kiss of a new relationship. There was no tongue involved, just warm breath and moist lips. I felt it in my belly. But I kept my touch confined to only our lips and pulled back way before I was ready.

The look in her eyes stayed with me the rest of the night.

Being with Miranda was more fun than I ever thought possible. We went to a few more football games since it was obvious (to me and the people in the bleachers) that Miranda loved football. I also finally told her about my gymnastics.

If you think it's odd that I hadn't told her before now, you just don't understand the prejudice some people can have. Most people had at least one of two stereotypes of gymnasts. They figure we are all gay or on steroids. Most people believe both.

I don't do drugs. Period. No way was I going to take a chance on my health or my eligibility. And despite the fact that I can probably bench press most of our school's football team, I'm considered a pansy because I'm a gymnast. Where's the logic in that, I ask you.

I tried to explain all of this to Miranda. I give her credit. Her only question was if she could come watch a practice. I never practiced better than when she was sitting at the side of the mats watching me.

No doubt about it. I was in love.

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