A/V First of all I'd like to thank all of my repeat customers. Now some of you doubters are hell bent on thinking I'm going to angst this up but you're wrong (granted there will be some degrees of angst) This is a legitimate romantic comedy

Let's look at the Romantic Comedy check list

Boy And Girl Are Very Different. Whatever boy is, girl is very different or just plain the opposite. The more ridiculous the contrast, the more we doubt that boy and girl could ever be a couple. (You've Got Mail, 50 First Dates, Just Like Heaven) CHECK

Boy Meets Girl In An Unusual Way. Their first meeting should be realistic but memorable. (Notting Hill, Ground Hog Day, While You Were Sleeping) CHECK

Quirky Friends: Quirky friends are a must, for comic relief, and snide advice. (Notting Hill, Say Anything, Mannequin) CHECK

You see there's a formula for these things. And so far I'm on the right track. There will be more checks as the list is being completed.

Ron whirled around to see his wild eyed would be assailant barreling down on him.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.

He willed his legs to move faster, but they were starting to ache, His chest was beginning to tighten, his lungs were on the verge of imploding and then subsequently exploding.

What a great time to finally notice that he was out of shape.

Oh man I've got to lose this guy...I'm coming to an intersection, should I cut to the left or the right, the left or the right, left or right, left or right, left or right.

He decided to run to the left, he turned a dark corner and smacked right into a filthy dumpster. He bounced off the dumpster onto the ground; the collision knocking the wind from his body. Groaning loudly he climbed to his feet when he heard someone creeping up on him.

"Hey come on" Ron wheezed as he held his side "let's not do anything rash." The mugger was built like a tank worse of all he had a crazy look in his eyes, and on his face. There was no way in a million years he would be able be able to take him.

The mugger grunted as his face twitched "I hate running" he rasped before abruptly and angrily striking himself on the base of the chin, forcefully stopping his none too smooth face from its frantic twitching.

"Ok" Ron huffed "I see the medication fairy has been using her sick days…" he paused when he heard the click of a switchblade being fully extended. Ron stared at the weapon in the mugger's hand "hey come on man….you don't want to kill me…if you do that…heh….then the terrorists win."

The mugger grinned as he closed the gap between them.

Just when I thought things couldn't get worse I'm going to get stabbed. Out of millions of sperm cells, I was chosen, only to end up here, seconds from bleeding to death, besides a urine stained dumpster….."And I say to myself what a wonderful world."

"Fine I don't care, just get it over with!" Ron shouted.

The mugger was momentarily stunned by Ron's outburst.

It worked he's confused

"Come on I don't care anymore, just do it. You'll be doing me a favor……come on I dare ya! I double dare ya!"

"Um is there a problem here?"

Ron and the mugger's head snapped towards the voice. They saw Kim step out of the shadows into the light.

A stab of fear lanced through Kim's body when she saw the switchblade, but she quickly managed to squelch the urge to run.

Ron sighed in relief "Oh thank god….lady quick, go call the cops—

Kim gulped "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" She told the mugger Oh my god could I have said anything more clichéd? Wait what am I thinking? I'm in a completely dangerous situation here!

Both Ron and the mugger looked at her as if she had just fallen from the sky.

"What are you crazy?" Ron cried "go call the cops, the National Guard, something!"

"What did you say?" The mugger growled at Kim.

"You heard me the first time" She stammered "I think it'd be best if you leave"

"Are you making funny of me?" The mugger asked as he turned away from Ron

"No she's not, that was a joke" Ron laughed "she was joking, she wants to be friends, right lady?" Ron made frantic hand motions to wave Kim away.

Kim acknowledged Ron's warming with a simple nod "You should leave now if you don't want any trouble……."

Oh my god this girl is a lunatic. She's going to get herself killed!

"I just got out of a cab and…..the cab driver is still waiting….and if something happens …..He'll do something….because he's a marine."

Confusion reigned on the mugger's face. He couldn't understand this woman before him who was threatening him with "trouble" "are you a cop?"

Ron waved his hands back and forth to regain the mugger's attention "No she's not a cop, she's too hot to be a cop. Cops are all fat and ugly" he said to no avail.

"I hate cops!" Johnny growled in Kim's direction.

"So do I, and so does the nice lady…you hate cops right nice lady?"

Kim's mind was currently reeling, as an unprecedented amount of adrenaline pumped through her body. Ok, ok remember the self defense lessons. You don't need to be Bruce Lee to defend yourself. At close range the right way to go is to deflect his hand holding the knife to the side using my open hand against the back of his hand. Then I can punch the back of his hand so the knife is thrown to the side. Or I can trip him up and apply some leverage to his wrist when he is on the ground. That should work right? Yea it'll work…I hope.

"Johnny hates cops!"

Ron could see the anger building in the crazed maniac. He was reaching his boiling point "Johnny? Is that your name…Johnny don't do anything crazy John-John, you don't want to go to jail you're too pretty!"

Steam seemed to be pouring from Johnny's nostrils as he slowly cut the distance between him and Kim

"Johnny bubbe baby, don't worry about her she's just joking…..what about me Johnny-boy….don't forget about me….."

Johnny's hands clenched around the handle of the switchblade he was preparing to strike.

I've got to do something! Thinking quickly Ron banged his right hand against the dumpster "Hey everyone, guess what, Johnny's a girl's name!" He shouted into the night.

Johnny's head swiveled to screech at Ron. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" He pulled his hand back to attack. Just then Kim's hand flicked out with blazing speed to chop him on the wrist The switchblade spun away as Johnny's right hand went numb.

"AH!" Johnny clutched at his hand. He looked up just in time to see Kim's fist about to make a high speed connection with his chin. Johnny fell unceremoniously onto his back unmoving.

A full sixty seconds passed before Ron realized what just happened. "Holy Crap You Knocked Him Out!"

Kim continued to stare down at the body "I did?"

"Yes you knocked him the f….."

"Wow" she gasped "I've never knocked anyone out before……" She smiled modestly "I…..I…uh I've been taking Martial Arts classes on and off since I was little"

"I'm sure" Ron exclaimed as he took another glance at Johnny then back at Kim. "Did you plan it all out like this?"

"Planned it out? Uh no…..I didn't really plan anything at all……Nice distraction there"

"What?"

"Nice distraction, you banging on the dumpster and calling him names, it distracted him long enough for me to get the drop on him"

"Distraction? I guess so" he ran his hands across the back of his neck "So what, do you roam the city at night looking for thugs to punch?"

"Huh?" Kim said still partially in shock "no this is the first time I've ever done anything like this. I don't know what came over me"

"So you are not aware of your own insanity?"

"Insanity?" she drew a few more breaths.

"Yes you could have been killed! Who jumps in the middle of a robbery attempt anyway?"

"I don't know I guess I do" Kim said the adrenaline fizzing in her veins was starting to wear off.

"Well" Ron laughed "I guess you do….good thing too you saved my life, thank you. The name is Ron Stoppable by the way a now avid supporter of the Feminist movement."

Kim smiled and shook his hand "Kim Possible, and it's no big"

A blinding light washed over them both. "You'se two all right?" The cabdriver shouted at them.

Kim used her hands to shield her eyes from the cab's headlights "Yes we are, can you call the police! Please and Thank You" She turned back to Ron "Well Ron that was rather exciting wasn't it?"

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Ron felt a bit fragile as he exited the police station, which could be considered normal after days of frustration, and having spent every bit of his energy being chased by a maniac.

He had been released first but he decided to hang around and thank the red headed girl again for saving him. Fifteen minutes after he exited, Kim stepped out of the station. She looked a bit tired and as Ron rushed up to her, for a brief nano second, he wondered if he should put his arms around her. But that would be weird since she was like, a total stranger.

"Hey," he said to her, "look I'd just like to again say thanks a lot, for saving me back there. I'd be a goner if it wasn't for you."

"It's no big, I was just doing…….Actually, I have no idea what I was doing back there."

Ron grinned. "Yeah, that was kind of obvious, but that doesn't matter since you came out on top."

"I just got caught up in the moment, you know how that is…."

"Oh yeah, trust me, I know all about getting caught up in the moment…..but I uh... my moments have never gotten that suicidal." Ron cleared his throat. "So well thanks again but I guess I'll be heading on hom…"

"Look um," Kim interrupted, "I know this is going to sound strange, but I don't really want to go home alone."

Ron's eyes widened with surprise.

"No wait," she said quickly, "what I meant to say is that I'm not ready to go home yet….that is I don't feel like going home yet……I just want to do something before going home to be by myself…..you see what I'm saying?"

"Not really, but I'm not on a strict schedule or anything." He looked past her and down the block. "The uh entrance to Trinity Park is about four bocks that way….we can go for a walk or something…if you want."

She nodded and smiled "Sure that sounds great uh sorry what was your name again….."

"Ron, Ron Stoppable."

"Ron that sounds great."

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"Did you mean it?" Kim asked with her gaze on the ground

Ron eyed her curiously as they casually strolled past the pretty much empty park's carousal ride. "What?"

She looked up "I'm sorry that was a little abrupt. I was just curious about what happened earlier. When you told the mugger that you didn't care if he stabbed you or not, did you mean it?"

"Did that impress you?"

"Not particularly"

"Well you should be impressed; I do this kind of stuff every other Friday"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Ok, you're not being serious."

"What, you don't like brave guys?"

"I do, but there's brave and then there's idiotic"

Alright, she's not getting you're brand of offbeat style humor but don't panic. Just keep cool "You're right, I'm not being serious, I don't really mean anything I ever say, ever. Like back there with the mugger…..I was just trying to confuse him before I made my move. I would have taken him down too, if you hadn't interrupted."

"Right of course," she replied. "So you're not one of those kinds of guys who are quick to throw their lives away?"

Ah crap the mood is too serious now.

"No I'm not ready for death but that never stopped me from thinking about it. It usually hits me around the time after I put my head on the pillow at night and right before I roll the covers up to my chin….but uh….

What's that word? It was on Jeopardy last night……… To deviate or wander away from the main topic or purpose in speaking or writing; depart from the principal line of argument, plot, study……..What is to digress?

"…….I digress; I intend to live forever and so far, so good" He paused for a moment. "Man, this is driving me insane but have we met before?"

"That's weird, I'm getting that same vibe too…..Do you go to Upperton University?"

Me Upperton U? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA……….

"No, I go to Q"

"Q?"

"City University of Upperton…C.U.U. Nobody else calls it Q but me because….never mind….Have you ever been to Middleton?"

"Born and raised," she said proudly.

"Whoa, I grew up there too! Did you go to Middleton High?"

"No I went to a private school."

"Where did you go?"

"Oh, you wouldn't have heard of it….."

"Try me."

"Uh"

"Come on."

"The Fellowship of Learning and Centre for Specialized Education"

"Ok, you're right I haven't heard of it" Ron replied. Though there was something vaguely familiar about the name, yet he couldn't place his finger on it.

"It was an experimental school; the grades ran from Pre-k to the twelfth grade."

Something finally registered in Ron's brain. A memory he had long thought irrelevant. "Oh, the fancy privileged school at the edge of town."

"You see, that's a gross generalization, our school admitted a wide variety of students of all academic backgroun---"

Ron interrupted. "Didn't you have to take an entrance exam just to enroll in the Pre-k classes?"

"Yes, well that is true," Kim said sheepishly.

Ron nodded, remembering clearly an event he hadn't given a second's thought in years. "I took that test."

"Really? What happened?"

Ron offered her a fleeting glance.

"Oh," she said understanding.

"I'm a public school man, been in the system all my life. It's pretty funny though if I were smarter or better yet if you were dumber we might have gone to the same school. Stop me if I'm being to….." She's obviously smarter than you, impress her with big words "…..meddlesome but how did you do on the test?"

"Well, first of all, the idea that you can quantify intelligence by some inane system of standardized testing is superficial at best……"

Duh………"Of course."

"Having said that, I got some of the best scores the school has ever seen."

Ron smiled at her glaring modesty. "So you're a brain."

"A brain? I'm so not a brain."

"You're not? Well it sounds like it to me."

"Calling me a brain implies all I do is study, which is totally not the truth."

"So…..what is the truth…what else do you do besides being a brain?" Ron inquired.

"Well in high school I was a cheerleader; actually I'm still a cheerleader but the Upperton Wombats are so bad I don't really like to admit it. Back in high school I had a job baby sitting for the parents in my neighborhood, which a still do sometimes when I go back home during vacations, that's if I don't have to catch up on any school projects. It's easy to fall behind when you're taking twenty one credits a semester……I also do volunteer work at the Host Families for International….

"A little overboard on the extra currics don't you think?"

"…..at the University Youth centers, Clean and Green Trinity Park," she glanced around at her surroundings, "which reminds me we need a few more recycling bins here…..I'm a Sunshine Spreader and finally I'm a volunteer social worker at the Amanda and Jake Program Inc."

He laughed.

"What? What's so funny?"

He took a moment to pull himself together. "I'm sorry, I sort of get a kick out of you Type A 'I can do anything' types."

"Again with the labeling, I'm not an 'I can do anything type', trust me."

"No trust me, I know people, and for what these ears have heard and what these eyes have seen…..." He paused "I'm not saying that's a bad thing, truth is you sound like you do a lot of good stuff. But I can confidently say if this was a TV show, 'I can do anything' would be your theme song."

Kim stopped and kicked a small pebble away from her feet. "Well Mr. know it all….if I can do anything, how come the only…..well I guess you can call it barely decent relationship I've had in awhile ended earlier tonight?"

They stopped walking, the sudden awkwardness forced Ron's gaze to drift away from her but it didn't stay away for long. With a smirk he said "Well you can do anything that includes getting dumped. The logic is sound."

Kim shook her head and walked past him. "No the logic is not sound, in fact is it fails miserably," she said humorously. "Besides, I didn't get dumped."

"So you were the dumper?"

"Well no, not really…..technically he was going to…..things were complicated," she said hurriedly.

"Ah." At that moment, Ron's nose picked up the faint hint of sour cream and lamb. His eyes locked on to a nearby Gyro stand and on cue his stomach began to rumble ferociously.

A Gyro cart still open at this time of night, he was finally catching a break. "I know what will make you feel better….a little snackage."

"Snackage?" Kim asked but her words fell to death ears. She watched as Ron sniffed the air and followed his nose to a filthy looking food cart.

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"What kind of sauce is that?"

"I don't know, but I want more of it," Ron replied as he instructed the cart vendor to pile more unidentifiable substances onto his pita bread.

Kim turned away from the supposed food product and noticed a small marble statue of three robed women hanging from a small chain on the canopy.

"The Three Graces, this statue is beautiful," she said.

"Oh thank you," the vendor said. He was a relatively young man most likely in his early thirties.

"Did you bring this from home?"

"Pardon me?" The vendor asked as he accepted Ron's money.

"Did you bring it from home?"

"What, you mean my apartment?"

"No uh," she paused, "no, your, you know, your original home."

"Oh," he said as he handed Ron some change. "You mean Greece. Actually, I'm from Connecticut, so no"

"Oh but your parents, they're from……."

"Rhode Island."

"But their parents are from….."

"Kentucky." He smiled at her with sincere kindness.

"Oh I uh….."

"Alright," Ron patted Kim on the shoulders, "thanks for the grub dude, but we're off."

"Clearly I am ignorant scum," Kim sighed as they turned away from the cart.

Ron took a big bite out of his gyro. "No, no, no, no….maybe…"

"I can't believe I did that. Where's the nearest cliff I totally need to jump off one right now."

"Let's hold off on the suicide watch, let's look at the positives. The good thing in all this is that at least you're not ignorant about being ignorant. So all's not lost"

"You do have a point" He offered her a bite of his gyro. She politely declined "no thanks

"You're missing out; this is absolutely orgas….delicious."

She watched as he savagely feasted on the saucy mess. "I thought guys were into the health food scene these days. At least the ones I know, it's all tofu pizza's and carrot sticks, and that's what they eat going into the gym."

"No need to worry," Ron said without a mouthful of food, "I have the metabolism of a gazelle."

"A gazelle has a fast metabolism?"

"You tell me, you're the smart one. All I know is that I eat all I want and I don't gain a pound."

"No need to brag."

He shook his head "not bragging, just stating facts. Do you mind if we sit down so I can digest in peace."

"Sure" Kim led them to a park bench on a hillside with a clear view of the city lights in the distance.

"So why did you break up with your boyfriend?" he asked casually as he nibbled on a piece of lamb.

"What?"

"You said you broke up with your boyfriend. What happened there?"

"So what are we best friends now? Why should I tell you something so personal?"

Ron licked some sauce of his lips. His dammed impulsiveness had gotten him to blurt out something that had just popped into his mind. Now his gut was telling him to just let things drop right now, but he'd never gotten far by listening to his gut. Then again, listening to his heart hadn't won him any prizes either. And his brain, ha, it hardly ever brought anything useful to the table. Hell he might as well roll the dice and go with it this one time. Anyway it would take up way too much mental energy to try and steer the conversation in another direction, and keep it interesting. Right now he was exhausted and he'd rather have her walk away disgusted; then to stress himself out thinking over new topics

"Well first of all, we just shared an 'It can only happen in the city' moment that we can tell our grandchildren. But if that's not enough, I surprisingly enough was also dumped tonight."

"I didn't get dumped" she snapped back before sighing heavily "did you really breakup with some one tonight?"

"Yep"

"You're serious…how long did it last?"

"It was going on two years" Ron swallowed again.

"Wow two years," Kim clucked. "My three months seems to have lost some of its tragic grandeur."

"Sure, whatever that means."

"Are you ok?"

Ron nodded "I think so….it stings a bit you know"

"It might not make you feel any better; but I don't think you can make it through life without some "I can't believe this is happening to me" moments."

"You're right" he sighed "that doesn't make me feel better"

"Did you love her?"

"I said I did…..well it was close enough I guess………..So come on tell me what happened."

She groaned before proceeding to tell him how she wasn't sure about dating Nicholas at first, but he was persistent with his advances, and at the time her friend Monique was always harping on her about having a social life and such. So eventually she said what the heck. Nicholas was a nice guy, he was smart, ambitious, hardworking, and maybe a bit too pragmatic……."

Interestingly enough, yet also hardly surprising, as Kim rattled off Nicholas's stats Ron found that he and Nicholas did not share many traits, except for being pragmatic. Was he pragmatic? He had no idea; he would have to look the word up later. It sounded nice. That Ron Stoppable is so pragmatic!

He hoped he was at least a little pragmatic.

"….. It was Friday night. I was bored, I just thought we could do something fun, is that so wrong?"

"No way, fun is about as good a habit as there is. And it sure doesn't look like you've ever had any fun."

"What?"

"I didn't say anything, go on……"

"So out of nowhere, he just turns into this humongous jerk."

"Did a complete one-eighty on ya"

"Totally, what a jerk….no what a joke, he's a jerk and a joke……I'm probably better off single right now anyway…….So what about you, what's your thing?"

"My thing?" Ron stared off into the space. "It's not really that interesting."

"That's for me to find out isn't it…..what happened did you lie to her? She caught you in a lie didn't she?"

Ron nodded "Yea who would have thought she'd ask to see the bat cave?"

"Come on, spill'

Ron's right leg twitched nervously "we had issues."

"Oh come on! I just laid out my guts in a line and all you're going to say is that we had issues?"

Ron smiled grimly. "Correction, I had issues."

"What kinds of issues?"

"Personal issues"

"Sexual?"

"No, no, no, no, no………no I had uh" he coughed "a 'closeness' issue, that's what she said anyway. Her name was Zita by the way."

"Pretty name"

"Yeah…..she said that I wouldn't let her get close……which is weird since I tried everything I could to be a decent, normal boyfriend. ……I guess it wasn't enough," he sighed.

Then it happened, that awkward moment between two people who've talked for a long time and have now run out of spontaneous things to say. A long period of silence in which you must now decide if you like the other person enough to continue interacting with them or to make some sort of excuse to walk away.

Kim tilted her head up towards the sky. "Nice night."

"Yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhh," Ron replied as he followed suit, "Hey you ever wonder if we're not really part of the universe. Like if this whole world is inside a snow globe in a fat guy's hand" he whispered

"Huh did you say something?"

"Who me? No I didn't say anything" he told her quickly.

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Ron was on his back as he lay down on his half of the park bench, his feet tapping along the ground.

"Well, I don't think I'll be looking for a girlfriend anytime soon..."

She smirked. "So you're going to be looking for a boyfriend then?"

"No, I like girls," he said childishly. "I mean that I have to, you know get some sort of life in order before I even get back on this relationship horse."

"That's not a bad idea. It would probably be best to get your priorities in order."

"Right, I'll finish school, hand my parents my degree, go on a road trip around the U.S.A, win the lottery, meet and have breakfast with my dream girl in a quaint diner, that serves a grand slam breakfast for less than five dollars, and then live happily ever after."

"Nice plan, you're quite the dreamer," She mused

"I call it my 'five year plan'."

"So your dream girl just falls right into your lap huh? Then its love at first sight I presume?"

"Immediately, and with no drama attached."

"Everyone dreams of the fairy tale 'happily ever after' sitch, but the whole finding your soul mate thing is so rare. I mean, there are billions of people in the world. The chances are better going into any and all relationships; you'll end up keying cars, tossing insults and leaving emotional scars."

"You're preaching to the choir sister"

She turned to Ron. "So seriously what do you think? Soul mate, fact of fiction?"

Ron shrugged. "I like to think there's someone out there for everyone."

"Really?"

"Yeah…..the thing is...I'm probably wrong. My brain is telling me you're most likely right about the whole relationships angle. But I can't help but feel different. There's just got to be a girl out there for me."

"Well," she smiled at him musingly as if she was visualizing what he had just said. Then she playfully nudged him with her elbow, "don't look now buddy, but you might be a hopeless romantic."

"Hmmm, or maybe my elementary school teacher was right when he said I was a 'dang blasted, doe eyed fool'. The thing that threw me off about that was he said it with a French accent."

"I don't think you're a fool at all. I think it's kind of sweet"

"Maybe I'm a little bit of both. A fool and a romantic"

"That's not necessarily a bad thing."

Ron was quiet for a moment. He put his right hand over his face and with a chuckle said, "Who needs a girlfriend, when I have old Handrietta here."

Oh crap……

Kim chortled. "Ewwwww T.M.I."

You idiot, you don't say stupid stuff like that too a girl, you say that to dudes like Felix and Vince

Ron sat up quickly in a panic. "Oh geez I'm sorry, I didn't mean too say that."

"Hey, don't get worked up about it, I've two teenaged horrors for brothers. Trust me, I've heard worse."

Ron sighed. "I'm sorry; I usually have a brain filter to keep stuff from leaking out"

"Stuff like what?"

"Stuff that's not important stupid stuff."

Kim seemed amused. "Maybe your traumatic breakup has messed with your filtration system."

For some reason it's not bothering to work properly

"And the way I was eating earlier. I was starving, hungry, hungry like the wolf….you know. I'm usually not that destructive when it comes to feed

Kim placed her hand up "Uh brothers" she reminded him before glancing at her watch. "Oh man it's getting late, I need to get home."

Ron jumped to see his feet. "Right, late, home, sure.Yea I think it's time to go" His head swiveled from side to side. "Wait; are we on the east side or the west side?"

"West side," Kim said as she stood up.

"Right, right, uh," He turned to his left, then to his right. He pointed forward. "I've got to go this way I think."

She pointed in the opposite direction "I'm going that way. Well Mr. Stoppable it's been fun."

Fun

Ron stuck out his hand. "Ms Possible, I wish you luck or something else random and uncontrollable in the future. And here's hoping you find your soul mate real soon."

She graciously shook his hand. "Same to you, and if you happen to find your soul mate, look me up I'm in the book. We'll celebrate."

"Oh, ok maybe I will, I'll call if I find you…I mean if I find…my um…you know, ok um, goodbye." Ron started off to his left.

"Um, weren't you supposed to be going this way?" Kim motioned to the right.

"Oh right yeah," Ron laughed self deprecatingly. "I'm such a scatterbrain."

Kim smiled as he waved goodbye before going off in the correction direction. She then in turn took the opposite path.

"That went along pretty good…..God I hope she didn't think I was weird"

"He was pretty nice in a weird way sort of way

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A few days later:

What are you doing? It's not like she really invited you to call her. She probably doesn't even remember you. Girls like that are like goldfish they'll forget who you are eight seconds after you're gone

Ron held the phone up with his shoulder as he stared into the phone book. He quickly began to punch in a few numbers, hesitating slightly entering the last digit.

"Hello" said a male voice from the other line.

"Hello. May I please speak with Kimberly please?"

"Sorry, Kim isn't here at the moment."

"Uh... okay... um...Wow I forgot how much I sucked at this…..phone conversations I mean."

"Ok…….I'm her father and I'm visiting her for the weekend. Why don't I just get your phone number and……"

"Uh you know what, forget it, and forget I even called, or existed." Ron quickly hung up, and then he proceeded to toss the phone book into the trash.

"What's all the hubbub bub?" Vince said as he entered the hallway before taking a big bite from a turkey sandwich.

"Is that my sandwich?" Ron asked.

"Yeah it's delicious…..The sweet onion sauce was a delightful touch…" he looked at the phone book in the trash "What's going on?"

Ron shook his head and let out a sigh. "I'm not a bit pragmatic."

"What?"

"Never mind, Agony County is on right?"

It's a repeat"

"Great," Ron groaned, "just great."

A/N Here we are again the place where I plead for your reviews because I have no self esteem.

Anyway there have been some concerns concerning (Ha) Kim and I can agree with most of them. Kim is more complex then most people give her credit for. But I've got an idea of where I want to go with her so you'll have to say tuned for more development. Although suggestion are welcome (they probably won't be used but they're welcome)