"The Look" Part 2 (2620 hits)
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Submitted by <Sandman8008.at.aol.com> (View user info) at 2003-12-08 22:46:02 EST
I decided to take a plunge and make the appearance we discussed yesterday. Her parents knew I was coming. I wanted it that way.
I left my house, prepared for the epic journey before me. Only five houses away. Before a single thought hit my head, I was already down to 3. Now, just 2 houses. What am I doing? Should I just go home? That's when I saw her little brother. He looked at me, and I knew there was no way for me to turn back. My pace never changed and I approached the house with as much confidence as humanly possible. He looked at me as I went by. I gave him a simple "Hey, what's up, Mike?" He replied with a nod of the head and a devious smile.
Snow and ice crackled under my feet as I walked up the stone pathway. My foot hit the first step of the porch. It creaked a little, but my foot was already touching the second ice covered step. Before my left foot could connect with step three, the wooden door swung open and behind the storm window, rested the face of a girl who I think I'm falling for. She looked at me with a slight smile that implied the drama wasn't over just yet.
Nope, I wasn't out of the woods. In the moment between the doormat and the front foyer, possibilities flew through my head. I felt prepared for the whole spectrum.
I was ready for a greeting with a 12 guage shotgun. I had called my friends to let them know my wherabouts in case I never returned.
I was ready for an attempted exorcism by the priest who may or may not be somewhere in this home. I warned God last night that an exorcism could seriously infringe on our relationship.
I was ready for a full out, harcore argument over whether or not this young lady and I were to be forever ostracized from one another. This would not have been even remotely acceptable at this point. I had already taken on 9 death stares and I was not ready to bow out just yet.
I was ready to be made a servant at the house for the rest of time. This wouldn't have gone over well either, but I was prepared for the possibility.
I wasn't ready for what actually happened though. There is nothing that could have prepared me. Even if I had considered this possibility, I would never have prepared myself for the conversation that was spread out before me.
I hugged her at the door, and over her shoulder, the mother stepped out of the living room and leaned against a door frame. She seemed surprisingly okay with the whole thing. Almost like she was disappointed, but she knew she did the same thing when she was a teenager. Together, we three calm people walked into the kitchen where I was greeted with the father sitting at the table, and next to him, was a nightmare in the making. The sex couselor looking at me with the "Sit down boy, I've got something to say" look.
Options:
-Flip the table on them and burst out the back door.
-Fake a seizure
-Blow it off. "What the fuck is this?? I'm outta here." Then I could walk out with dignity.
-But then the right choice collided with my thoughts. I shit you not. This was my thought: "Make tonight's Uber post one for the ages. Sit down, and let's do this thing."
"We...aren't...mad. We just want to talk," said the mother tentatively. *My thoughts*: FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Mad would be BETTER right now!
The father's fist tightened slightly. I think it went unnoticed by everyone but me. *My thoughts*: He doesn't even REMOTELY want to talk. He wants to slug me.
The Counselor shuffled the two pieces of paper in front of her. *My thoughts*: Oh Christ! She has an agenda for this meeting...and notes!
I slinked into the chair and felt a comforting hand come to rest on my thigh. It wasn't enough to improve the tension that hung over this room.
"What you two did, is okay," said the couselor. "Duh, I know" bounced into my racing thoughts, but she continued to elaborate about how even though we deceived her parents and marred something that was supposed to be a beautiful moment (IT WAS), that didn't change the fact that they wanted the best for us. She gave us everything from the "safe sex talk" all the way to the theory "that now we should wait for it to be special"
I sat, unwavering in my stare. Occasionally, the hand on my thigh would tighten slightly if something amazingly uncomfortable was said by a parent or this outsider constantly feigning that she was objective and "down with what all the kids are up to these days". I certainly smirked when those words crossed her lips. That's when it happened.
"I want you to explain in your own words what happened Friday, and I want the truth, and I want you to be detailed." She wanted me to talk. She wanted her to talk. She wanted to show how uncomfortable everyone was. She wanted to show just how shallow and immature we were through how uncomfortable the conversation was about to become. *My Thoughts* Oh....Dear....God....This is like a refined conversation with the boys who want all the creepy details.
The hand around my thigh GRASPED my leg in a moment of horror. I took a stand at that moment, and said more with a single word than I could've said with a 10 minute dissertation about how appalled I am that they would ask. I simply said, "...No." I said it to the point that it was beyond question, but it wasn't demanding either. The mother sat back. The counselor looked up from her paper. The father cocked his head to the side and started to speak, but stopped before a single word slipped out.
I looked at "her". She looked at me. She looked at them. She said, "...No."
The fight was won. I respected myself and I respected her too much to put "us" through this and everyone in the room understood it instantly. Everyone got it. Even this sex counselor, probably still a virgin from what she said, seemed to just give up and accept that somehow we were right.
In that moment, she and I, became "we" and "us". "We" won, but the moment dragged. They couldn't just concede that it was over, but there was nothing for them to say. They looked at eachother. They looked at me. They looked at her. They looked at "us".
"We" looked at eachother. "We" looked at them.
We gave them "The Look." They glanced down, almost embarassed by how little they thought of their daughter and even more embarassed they would put her in such a situation. The mother looked up. She smiled. She watched her daughter "come into her own" tonight, and she signalled that we could leave.
We rose, hand in hand, and said we were going for a walk. We walked. We laughed. We laughed about all "The Looks." Each one, from the asshole boyfriend to the one "we" just gave. I kissed her goodnight on her doorstep.
I know some of you didn't believe my last post. I know that some still won't. I leave you with this: Sometimes the extraordinary mauls the ordinary and sometimes, there are moments that don't even seem like they could real. We all have them. I just happened to have two this weekend.
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Submitted by Stormlord (user info) at 2004-07-15 19:18:06 EDT (#)
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Submitted by PeopleAreStrange (user info) at 2003-12-22 17:08:34 EST (#)
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Nice +2
Submitted by soldsklods (user info) at 2003-12-14 11:15:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice story pal. very well written and really funny. Keep up the good work.
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2003-12-12 18:17:30 EST (#)
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you write well.
Submitted by jimbobjoe (user info) at 2003-12-12 08:33:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
nice story...it made me smile
Submitted by Sandman (user info) at 2003-12-10 17:21:15 EST (#)
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I'm 17.
Part of me wishes something a little more spectacular capped this whole thing off, but I'm happy with the outcome.
I know it isn't as good as the first one. I wrote it extremely quickly.
non believers...bleh...whatever. I still don't care.
Now that you say it, it really was a Matrix "no". It was said with full knowledge of the response, but it wasn't a demand. It was beyond question
Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2003-12-10 14:59:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
You should've thrown her down on the table and fucked her the way you did the night before. That would've been BALLZEE!
Submitted by QueenBea (user info) at 2003-12-10 03:09:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Very well done! Keep up the good posting, and I hope ya'll have an excellent relationship!
Queen
just don't go making babies during all the fun!....lol
Submitted by dakingisdead (user info) at 2003-12-10 01:38:40 EST (#)
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oooooooohhhhhh how sweet.
Submitted by Franger (user info) at 2003-12-09 21:11:02 EST (#)
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Hmm, not as good as the other one but at least this is possibly original.
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2003-12-09 12:52:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by tartpumper (user info) at 2003-12-09 04:10:29 (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2003-12-09 00:09:09 (#)
Ranking: 2
even if this wasnt true, this was one of the better stories that i have read in awhile.
Agreed
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yup. are you really 16?
Submitted by Yourmom <Yourmom.at.ubersite.com> at 2003-12-09 12:44:12 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
This is what happens when someone gets their stuff put on boredatwork.com He thinks he is a good writer now. Relax slappy, no one believes you, they just think your lie of a story is remotely funny. Go drown yourself and stop trying to be clever.
Submitted by reallybored (user info) at 2003-12-09 12:37:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
My mom walked in on me and my ex 69ing one time. She just put my laundry down and said, "Thats Nice." and walked out. My mom is pretty cool.
Submitted by Bob_Dole (user info) at 2003-12-09 12:16:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"No"....
like the Matrix "No"? the stop bullets kinda "No"?
Submitted by celeste (user info) at 2003-12-09 12:07:38 EST (#)
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I liked this ending.
Submitted by drky (user info) at 2003-12-09 06:01:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Nice. Soft, warm and sickly. But Nice
Submitted by Lord_Of_The_Strings (user info) at 2003-12-09 04:49:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story
Submitted by Hairsphincter (user info) at 2003-12-09 04:33:31 EST (#)
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You write very nicely. With some maturity and less desparation to be noticed, you will be much better.
Submitted by tartpumper (user info) at 2003-12-09 04:10:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2003-12-09 00:09:09 (#)
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even if this wasnt true, this was one of the better stories that i have read in awhile.
Agreed
Submitted by Ainkara (user info) at 2003-12-09 02:56:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Great story. Although god knows that had that been my parents/extended family walking in on me and a guy, I wouldn't have had the courage to stand up to them. Then again, I suppose I am still fairly young. Anyway, kickass story. I like how you thought of uber in a very 'possibility of freaking out' situation
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2003-12-09 00:09:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
even if this wasnt true, this was one of the better stories that i have read in awhile.
Submitted by GrizzlyHunter62 (user info) at 2003-12-08 23:59:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Well, I'm going to +2 this for "the options" you had when you walked into the room to talk to the dad. "-Flip the table on them and burst out the back door. "
But you over-did the "we"s and the "us"es, etc.
And what's with the happy ending? Well, I guess reality can't be altered.
Submitted by Valacosa (user info) at 2003-12-08 23:57:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Mad would be BETTER right now!" - Yeah, I've had that thought too.
Charming story. (Assuming this is real), you guys can't be TOO young. How old are you, anyway?
Submitted by PizzaEagle (user info) at 2003-12-08 23:14:56 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
You're right I still don't believe you, especially after this sappy Part 2.
Submitted by hairowen (user info) at 2003-12-08 23:00:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
well not as good as the last one, nice little fairy tale ending to it. But kudos to you for having the balls the go over there after what you did.
Submitted by antiLemming <anti_lemming.at.hotmail.com> at 2003-12-08 22:48:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Just like a Portman's ad: Got the look.
Submitted by antiLemming <anti> at 2003-12-08 22:48:09 EST (#)
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