American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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He hung around. I hung around. We were still there at last
call. As I got up with the crowd to go, I was pushed against
him. He was all hard and muscle-y and smelled good, so I gave
him a little kiss on his neck. We went out and he walked us to
the parking lot . . . and I started puking my brains out from all
the Scotch on the rocks I’d been drinking.
How can you not love a girl who loses it the first time you meet I
knew from the start that this was someone I wanted to spend a lot of
time with. But at first, it was impossible to do that. I called her the
morning after we met to make sure she was okay. We talked and
laughed a bit. After that, I’d call her and leave messages. She didn’t
call back.
The other guys on the Team started ribbing me about it. They
were betting about whether she’d ever call me on her own. You see, we
talked a few times, when she would actually answer the phone—maybe
thinking it was someone else. After a while, it was obvious even to me
that she never initiated.
Then, something changed. I remember the first time she called
me. We were on the East Coast, training.
When we were done talking, I ran inside and started jumping on
my teammates’ beds. I took the call as a sign she was really interested.
I was happy to share that fact with all the naysayers.
Taya:
Chris was always very aware of my feelings. He is extremely
observant in general and it is the same with his awareness
of my emotions. He doesn’t have to say much. A simple