A real True Story (Plus a camwhore) (repost, resized) (890 hits)
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Submitted by QuinnTheEskimo (View user info) at 2009-07-07 05:07:18 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 2009-07-24 12:09:59 EDT (#)
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Or maybe I wanted to take him to a strip club, I can't remember.
Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2009-07-24 12:09:44 EDT (#)
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Also, I tried to call Adam plastered last night, but I only have his wife's phone. I told her we had to bake Adam some thank you pastries.
That's probably not going to happen.
Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2009-07-24 12:07:51 EDT (#)
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Those forearms really are gorgeous, aren't they?
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2009-07-10 01:29:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2009-07-07 16:18:49 PDT (#)
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Well, I'd say that she lost interest when you couldn't fuck her (at least that's when I LOST interest)...and then she blew you off when she realized that you are friends with HaikuMikoo.
That's usually a deal-breaker.
BUT THANKS FOR SHARING!
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heh,the A-Lister speaks
Submitted by cheerios (user info) at 2009-07-08 23:37:29 EDT (#)
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what shlongy said....generally they leave when you can't get it up. nice story though.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2009-07-08 13:28:31 EDT (#)
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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 concur. With that, long distance relationships often don't work out. sure there is the phone and the hours on end you can 'talk' to someone and really get to know them. then you can go and visit them bi-weekly and really start to like them even more if you don't get sick of each other after a weekend full of intense, passionate, hot nekid sex. BUT, in the end, unless one of you is willing to up root and move before say the six months mark has passed, I hate to break it to you but most likely it won't work out.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2009-07-07 19:18:49 EDT (#)
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Well, I'd say that she lost interest when you couldn't fuck her (at least that's when I LOST interest)...and then she blew you off when she realized that you are friends with HaikuMikoo.
That's usually a deal-breaker.
BUT THANKS FOR SHARING!
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2009-07-07 18:18:50 EDT (#)
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I lied.
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2009-07-07 18:06:38 EDT (#)
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Hydrology of Arizona? How can it possibly take you three volumes to say "There isn't any water here so we have to pump it in, there hasn't been any water here in the past so that's why we have to pump it in now, and it doesn't look like there will be any water here in the future so we'll have to continue pumping it in."
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2009-07-07 18:00:45 EDT (#)
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contributing *to*
fuck it. I'm a shitty editor.
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2009-07-07 17:59:57 EDT (#)
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I am editing and contributing a three volume technical report on the hydrology of central Arizona, or something like that. Shut up. I can edit. If you want to buy 1,000 copies, let me know. I'll need to order more paper and ink.
Submitted by kgbpasha (user info) at 2009-07-07 17:22:27 EDT (#)
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I'll get around to reading this later...I'm sure it's good though..
Submitted by Ejryuu (user info) at 2009-07-07 16:47:47 EDT (#)
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Sad story, man. Emotions are a bitch especially when you're not expecting to have any.
Submitted by sage104 (user info) at 2009-07-07 13:17:40 EDT (#)
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Ha @ Ballare's haiku.
I'm sorry to read about this. But truly, you didn't give her anything. Nothing. Maybe a few cool phone conversations. If you actually liked the girl you had a shitty way of showing it. And you still dont seem to give enough of a fuck to do anything about the situation as it is. All you really, probably did was make her feel foolish for liking you and honestly she probably still does like you and wishes you would do something about it. SINCE, however, you dont give a shit, spare her and leave her the hell alone like you already planned on doing.
Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2009-07-07 13:11:56 EDT (#)
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Quinn! Don't be silly;
men don't have feelings. Only
dicks that work (or don't)
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2009-07-07 12:29:56 EDT (#)
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You are why men don't hunt any more. Everyone here is being nice to you but the brutal honesty is that the girl got fed up with you. Not only could you not fuck her and satisfy her sexually, but in the midst of a drunken stupor you made a mistake, which may have very well been the last straw. That probably caused her to exploit you in front of others because sometimes people like to belittle others in order to make themselves seem better. Truth is that she was hurt; she thought you cared for her and you couldn't even fuck her, give her a morsel of respect by not yelling at her, etc.
In the end, sometimes you have to listen to your gut instinct and carry around a wooden novelty baseball bat for when your dick goes limp. Just make sure the lights are off.
If it's any consolation I was not trying to be negative and can actually empathize with you. Reality stings but is the best dose of healing, at least as I see it. Good luck.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2009-07-07 12:10:20 EDT (#)
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it would seem you had a sufficient quantity of coolers, so that's good.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2009-07-07 12:04:05 EDT (#)
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not really sure should be a +2 but whatever. it took two minutes of my time and was not wholly horrible to read.
Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2009-07-07 11:56:06 EDT (#)
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I'm going to start seeing other women now
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Dude, what? You've nailed and attempted to nail other women since you met her, you dog, you.
I don't remember her talking about other dudes, or you guys fighting, but then again I was pretty plastered and not really paying attention to you guys.
Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2009-07-07 11:42:58 EDT (#)
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I read this earlier.
It reminded me of that Seasons in the Sun song.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2009-07-07 10:41:59 EDT (#)
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So you never got it up?
She brought up other men because she figured it might turn you on, since nothing else had worked.
Or maybe she needed to give her self esteem a boost and make you feel bad about.
Either way it is pretty pathetic for both of you.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-07-07 10:32:26 EDT (#)
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The way I see it is, impotence doesn't matter as long as a man can use his tongue.
Sad story.
Submitted by sexualchocolate1984 (user info) at 2009-07-07 10:20:24 EDT (#)
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Hahahahaha Impotence.
Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2009-07-07 09:46:37 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2009-07-07 09:36:42 EDT (#)
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Fair enough.
Submitted by firefly (user info) at 2009-07-07 09:34:43 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by sir_cowman (user info) at 2009-07-07 09:27:07 EDT (#)
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stfu berty
Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2009-07-07 09:18:54 EDT (#)
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DAMMIT YOU'RE NO INUIT! LIES ALL LIES!
I am so dissapointed.
hell I would have been satified with Samoan in a winter coat...
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2009-07-07 09:10:27 EDT (#)
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Distance relationships are hard, no two ways about it, and many people are not suited to them. Still, they're a relationship none the less and so communication, give & take, etc still apply.
I like your food analogy with he "very sexual person" comment, but my interpretation is that she's something of a glutton and would be unable to cope with the periods of starvation a long distance relationship means. Add to that the fight you had and well...
Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2009-07-07 08:10:03 EDT (#)
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Shit, I thought the name was just nonsense. Nice story.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2009-07-07 05:36:40 EDT (#)
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The brown trousers probably put her off.
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2009-07-07 05:32:04 EDT (#)
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Sweet but sad.
Submitted by sir_cowman (user info) at 2009-07-07 05:19:41 EDT (#)
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she asked me if i would change her name when i wrote this. i just chose not to write a name at all.
Submitted by locksly (user info) at 2009-07-07 05:14:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-07-07 05:09:40 EDT (#)
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you dont look as much like an eskimo as i imagined
:(