Countdown (605 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 1.94 on 19 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Maddog (View user info) at 2009-05-18 13:45:27 EDT
Matt always knew this day would come. For a long time now he had managed to keep the thought of it pushed back to the periphery of his mind. It was like a tiny warning light on the dashboard that he had managed to sucessfully ignore up to now. At first it had been a nagging, niggling nuisance, but over time and exposure it became just another part of the background clutter.
The light was flashing brighter now, the noise rising. Louder and louder. He could ignore this no longer.
He came upon them innocently enough, while trying to upload some photos on her laptop. Grouped in with shots from past vacations and pictures of the dogs acting silly were some very different pictures. These were not meant to capture some silly grin at the beach or to document a family camping trip. These were meant to convey a message. A message of flirtation and of sex, and Matt knew without a shadow of a doubt that this message was not meant for him.
He had resigned himself years ago, right from the beginning, that this relationship would not last. He knew she eventually would leave him. It took off the pressure, let the air out of the balloon. At least he tried to convince himself that it wouldn't matter, if and when he and Ellen went their seperate ways. They were so wrong on so many levels. She, at twenty-five, was still young and vibrant and he, fifteen years her senior was beginning to show the signs that his youth was quickly becoming a thing of the past, no matter how hard he tried to hold it in check. Occurences from years past and events referenced from his youth made in common conversation still managed to draw blank stares of incomprehension from her. "'84", she would say. "I was BORN in 1984."
Matt knew he had to be clinical. To view this with a cold objectivity of someone far removed from the situation. Don't let emotion and anger cloud the issue. Matt knew he had to be the cop, not the husband. "What were the facts?", he thought, "what does the evidence show?" He knew the time and date the pictures were taken and he knew by their content exactly what purpose they were sent for. The naked and half naked poses were clearly self photographed for a lover, or potential lover. Matt, in the years before Ellen, had done enough internet dating and internet fucking to recognize the invitation for sex when he saw it. Hell, how many types of photos just like these had HE recieved from women in the past? What he lacked was the recipient of the pictures and the true motive behind this all. Had he been that oblivious? Had he been too trusting? Fuck it. No time for self analysis now. It was damage control time. Time to man up and lock and load.
Matt took mental inventory of his options. They ran the gamut from the benign to the borderline insane. Should he take the moral high ground and confront Ellen in a mature, calm manner or should he shoot the dogs and set fire to all her belongings in the front yard? He had to admit, the thought of a bonfire had a certain satisfying appeal. A small smile escaped his lips and the knot in his stomach loosened, even if momentarily.
Matt went to the pantry and retrieved the bottle of Early Times. He poured a generous portion and took a long pull from the glass. The bourbon carved a warm trail to his stomach, radiating out to his arms and legs. He sat down on the couch and looked at the clock. Two hours until Ellen got home. He watched the second hand spin slowly, counting down to the inevitable.
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Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2009-05-21 08:44:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I have a gay cat, and I shot an opossum last night because it was trying to hump him. Also, I didn't read this.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-21 00:07:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2009-05-20 12:51:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good stuff.
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2009-05-20 12:24:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
enjoyed this immensely.
Submitted by cheerios (user info) at 2009-05-19 14:36:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2009-05-19 14:33:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2009-05-19 13:55:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2009-05-19 04:23:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-19 09:00:58 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
I TOTALLY dig OLDER guys
27+
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This was great, only wish you'd written more.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-05-19 04:00:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I TOTALLY dig OLDER guys
27+
Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-05-18 22:04:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Serial monogamy could be the answer....
People live longer all the time, and become bored.
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Interesting phrases in this story..."Time to man up" & "Lock and load".
The illustration is perfect.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2009-05-18 18:01:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by sage104 (user info) at 2009-05-18 16:33:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Meant to rate...it was well written, props.
Submitted by sage104 (user info) at 2009-05-18 16:32:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Yeah, tons of girls love older guys but at my age you start to realize how old you are and how old older guys are...I dont think I could date anyone older than 31 and I'm 26.
I've had guys MUCH older than me (and likely older than my 53 year old dad) hit on me and it's creepy. Just met one last week who emailed me last week...he's probably 34-38 and I'm not interested in the slightest; why he's interested in me is creepy and annoying. He should date someone in her 30s. Guess this goes back to the "older dudes like younger women" discussion.
When REALLY old men (70s+) hit on me I find it adorable unless they start getting the creepy-HAND. THEN, you just take their canes and beat 'em. Works every time. ;)
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2009-05-18 16:10:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I am almost 40 and more than a match for the seXUAL PROWESS OF ANY TWENTYFIVE YEAR OLD, FOR I WEILD THE PENIS OF THE GODS!!!!
**thunder booming in the background**
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2009-05-18 15:41:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2009-05-18 14:05:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
my name is Matt, my wife was born in 84, this creeped me out.
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...and you probably drink Early Times.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2009-05-18 15:25:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
my fiance was born in 84. i am not nearly so old as your character. my name is not matt. i am not freaked out.
Submitted by rob_berg (user info) at 2009-05-18 15:25:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZkllM8znx4
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2009-05-18 14:51:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i went thru three before i retired
Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2009-05-18 14:05:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
my name is Matt, my wife was born in 84, this creeped me out.