A Real True Story (Plus a Camwhore) (173 hits)
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Submitted by QuinnTheEskimo (View user info) at 2009-07-07 05:01:38 EDT
I don't know how to start this story, mostly because I don't know how to end it. I remember when I read "The Grapes of Wrath" that I was disappointed by the end of the book. I was fourteen, and I complained to my mother "That's it? There is no resolution! Where is the ending?" And my mother explained that Steinbeck had written the story before he knew the end, before anyone know what would become of those Oklahoman folk. That's sort of what this is like. I'm not sure how things will turn out.
I usually wait to write about something until it has sat in my mind for a little while, at least. I like to mull things over in my head, and try to make them as heartbreaking as possible. Heartbreak, to me, is quality. It is real. Life is heartbreak and if you can create something that illustrates that you have created something meaningful.
I met a girl at the wedding of a friend. We only had a few days together then, but getting to know her, she blew me out of the water. I was crazy about her, literally, but that's just how I get about women. We tried to hook up but I couldn't get my dick up. The first time was because of booze, the second time I don't really have any excuse for. That happens to me sometimes with women. I try not to dwell on it, but I do. I like to pretend that it is psychosomatic but I think the truth is I just plain jerk off too much.
Some months passed, we talked on the phone almost every day sometimes for hours. Even with my lackluster sexual performance, she still seemed to like me. Not that sex is everything, mind you, but she told me that she was "a very sexual person." That made me laugh. To me, saying you're a "very sexual person" is like saying you're a person that eats food. We are sexual beings, it is in our genetic make-up.
When we found out the newlyweds were planning a Fourth of July camping trip at a cabin owned by the bride's family we sort of invited ourselves along. We as in the girl and I. It was another opportunity to see each other, another opportunity to fuck. Then I invited HaikuMikoo along, and we all drove up in cars overstuffed with camping gear to a cabin so far out in the boonies that if any of us had been seriously injured we surely would have died.
That's a bit of an exaggeration, but you'll have to live with it. That's just how I tell stories.
We ate barbecued food and drank tons and tons of beer, all day long. We smoked weed in the woods and in ramshackle ruins of old smoke houses and garages made of logs that were slowly turning back into the soil from which they had grown. I thought of that line while we were out smoking weed.
That's another lie. I thought of that line as I was writing this.
The cabin we stayed in was tiny, one room with a loft which is where I slept with the girl. It seemed to me that most other people that stayed there were probably hunting something, there were animal skins on one wall.
The newlyweds fought the whole trip. Fought is the wrong word. The bride nagged and bitched and used her words to bite into her husband while he tried to keep is cool. He did keep his cool, surprisingly, for the whole weekend. That is actually the reason why I like that guy so much, he's level-headed and calm.
We all went to the lake on the Fourth. We sat around on a muddy beach, kicking back beers while families out for the holiday played around us. A little boy named Zach swam up to us because we had a dog in our group and made friends with me. I liked him, he was pretty funny.
When we got back from the lake we all sat around a fire pit and drank more beer and wine and vodka and whiskey, laughing and sometimes singing. The girl and I sneaked off into the woods, just drunk and necking, laughing at how everyone thought we were probably having sex. As I type this I realize she probably wanted to have sex but I was too stupid to realize it. We got into a fight later (though she says it wasn't a fight, that all that happened was I yelled at her for no reason, which is untrue) and didn't sleep together on the last night of the trip. It might be the last night I ever see her. I regret that more that I can say right now. I'm sure, however, that this will fade.
She reminded me, and everyone in the cabin, that I wasn't her boyfriend. We all knew it. Why did she need to say it? She talked about other men she was going to start seeing after the trip. Why? It's wrong of me to be too judgmental, after all, I'm going to start seeing other women now, but I didn't sit around talking about it. Seems a little rude to me is all. We may not be together, but that doesn't mean that I don't like this girl, you know?
I started this story telling you I don't know how to end it and that's true, and I'm beginning to get a little anxious because I feel the end is coming. Not just the end of this story, but the end of me and this girl that I met at a wedding. I mean, she lives two states away and when I move back home it'll be more like three or four. We've only seen each other twice, though we talk on the phone all the damn time. I guess I just have a feeling that this is all coming to a close, and I wanted to get it all out of me before I could get a chance to make it into a memory and taint it with more heartbreak than there really was.
I really do like her. Or maybe I really did. She is pretty enough for me, and sweet enough most of the time. She does good deeds and is thoughtful. I just have this feeling that our time together is coming to an end. I remember a quote, though I can't remember who said it. It goes somethings like, "Short absences strengthen affection, but long ones destroy it."
When we drove home the girl and I had a hurried good bye because she had to make a six hour drive to get home. She gave me an early birthday present, a working type writer circa 1975. It was beautiful, and in all honesty the best gift I ever remember getting. And maybe that's enough.
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Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2009-07-07 12:40:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Looks like a blue moon to me.
I'm getting kind of tired of those.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2009-07-07 12:12:00 EDT (#)
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RESIZING IS SUPER QUEERTASTIC.