College boy, Chapter one.

He was young, came from a middle almost yupper class  
family, protective , sent him off to a religious college, insted of one of those state ones, you know those colleges where the kids smoke and drink and have sex with each other,
 
No, His parents could not send their little boy there, no the religious college, even though mom and dad and son were decidedly scientific in their understanding of the world and did not ever, or almost never in any recent memory that he could conjure to his mind, well, there was that christian youth camp for a week, and then, there was that time, where mom left him inside a church for some reason or other, looking back, did mom do it cause she knew that he needed saving?
 
He did need saving, but rejected most anything and everything, good and bad.  
 
He lived in a strange world of thoughts, of thinking about mathematical homework assignments
 
about some distant  
 
and unreachable goal of having a girlfriend or girlfreind,
 
as he always and every time could not correctly remember the appropriate order of I and E
 
But please Allow the author to jump right into what this short article is for, which is to jump into his first long term relationship
He was just finishing up his college at the religious institution, and was going on to grad school, in a subject he really didn't care much about, but due to parental influence, had found himself floating in an imaginary world, where one simply continued to consume an increasing load of reading and homework assignments, make a B Average, and then Steve could shut the world out, and all its demands on him having to grow up, or become civilized, or a 'productive member of society'
 
No, by doing his academic duty, he felt the other part of his life, could remain untouched, undirtied by societies' base, primitive forces on a person's being.
 
But Allow me to get back to his first relationship.
 
 
Yes, his food and housing were handed to him in the form of a dormitory, and Mom and Dad, not knowing really what to do with their well loved son, paid for May term, and Summer Term, and kept him alone in the dormitory over the summer, to sit in the TV room, alone, watching David Letterman, and various late night movies to help shape his understanding, or actually lack of understanding of what swirled about humanity outside of his protected eggshell reality.
 
There were those locked doors to the cafeteria. Those locked doors and nobody around, in the old days before 24-7 video surveillance and motion detection systems. Plus it was a totally frivolous crime.  He had his meal card to eat all he could ever care to.  
 
Adapting his skills of mechanical and mathematical logic, adopted the assignment of figuring out how to jimmy open the cafeteria door.  Thinking ahead, he wore his white underwear over his head, as a disguise, in case there was a video camera or some such accidental witness.  quietly stalking the empty food serving areas, Steve made his way to the forbidden back employee prep area, and into the food storage areas, filching a huge can of tunafish as a trophy.
 
He had many a guardian angel.  some premonition sent him out of there, and he calculated that the best place for a criminal to be was to innocently watch TV in the TV room, also allowing him to observe the cafeteria door down the hall.
 
Sure enough, in a few minutes, a tough, wirey undercover cop type male came out the cafeteria door.  he only watched out of the corner of his eye.  As if somebody walking out of the cafeteria, held no interest in him.
 
although his mind ran cold, realizing how close he had come to being 'netted', arrested, booked, kicked out of school, kicked out of his little insulated speck of reality.
 
It didn't quite deter him from living an 'underworld' lifestyle, living like a ghost, making no friends, no friends, except for a concerted attempt to make headway with some kind of female.
 
He found the 'outcast' ones appealed greatly to him.  The clean cut, well dressed social girls, who were honest,sat with their group of gossiping friends, For him, they may as well have been lifeless manaquins, that formed the salt water sea, in which a few dazzling pieces of driftwood floated: the girl from Iran who he began to do home work with.   The Girl who had an eating problem, who he sat down next to, and began talking about trivial subjects.  And the girl who's dad was an alcoholic, (although he did not know this until much later)  She was the president of a femenine rights club, and gave firey speeches about equality, and she could play the violin.  Kathleen Paris Moore, the Moore added on from her mothers side of her source of creation.
 
He never once heard one of her speeches, only heard of them indirectly, he somehow drew her attention, because he began talking to her, over a plate of cafeteria food, and somehow, his world, which until the advent of sitting with young women in a college cafeteria setting, until then, his concept of the world was mostly in thought, in ideas about things, and so this was a fresh breeze of aire for Kathleen, who had spent her efforts railing against date rape from jocks who would use the skill of language as a means to craft a path to a woman's privates, which he seemed to without any conscious effort, did not seem to possess the knowledge of, or the desire to lead in that direction.
 
End of Chapter One.