We met two years ago and it was not 'love at first sight' although for me it could have been 'lust at first sight'. Not just tall and handsome with a body that has sexy muscle bulges, but he is debonair in a shy kinda way. His intense, almost black eyes showed anything but shyness. His obvious intentions in them nearly riveted me and sent waves of wanton desires I haven't had in a long time.
He rocked my boat. I know, a cliche. I use them too often when storytelling. He probably doesn't like that about me either, my use of cliches. I let one slip the other night at dinner when I said: "that's the way the ball bounces." He rolled his eyes and sighed before I finished the sentence. I shut up. Little was said by either of us at dinner. Later in my bedroom, cliches were murmured by both of us in the heat of passion.
Thinking about it now, I realize the only thing we had going well between us was our lovemaking, I should say 'sex' since there wasn't much love involved
We disagree on almost everything from my sense of style, or lack of it according to him, to his politics. He is a Liberal, I am a Conservative. We agreed never to talk about politics when we were together, or religion, or my writing, and the list goes on.
Tonight was the last straw. See what I mean about my use of cliches? They pepper my writing, it was the reason he stopped reading my stories and essays.
His science and quantum physics ramblings go right over my head. One thing we do share, a love of 50s music, especially ballads. We play Sinatra, Martin, and Tom Jones during our passionate times
Tonight was the last straw. See what I mean about my use of cliches? They pepper my writing, it was the reason he stopped reading my stories and essays.
His science and quantum physics ramblings go right over my head. One thing we do share, a love of 50s music, especially ballads. We play Sinatra, Martin, and Tom Jones during our passionate times
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I'm still trying to understand why he stays with me if he doesn't like how I talk, walk, use cliches, or how I dress. What is there to stay for other than the sex?
I'm still trying to understand why he stays with me if he doesn't like how I talk, walk, use cliches, or how I dress. What is there to stay for other than the sex?
Could it be the inheritance my Grandfather left me? Or because he owes me over $15,000 and without a job he has no way to pay it back?
Did I just answer my own question?
Did I just answer my own question?
The End
Oh Mary, more women should ask themselves the questions you pose in this story. If they did, maybe there'd be fewer broken hearts and/or homicides. A fast paced story, but also one that tells a lot of truth.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nancy-- unlike our generation, young people get to know each other and even live together before making a lifetime commitment. Several of my Grands dated a couple years before moving in together. It seems to be working so far.
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