Accidents happen...in the form of meeting the "girlfriend" (542 hits)
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Submitted by Beastie Girl (View user info) at 2004-04-01 04:44:41 EST
Out of sight, out of mind...or so they say. That's been my strategy for the past month. My casual lover of 2 years decided to spring on me that the love-of-his-life ex was packing up and moving out here to be with him forever in a merrily ideal image of domestic bliss. I can deal with that. Really. Despite his evasiveness and the slow disintegration of our central happy family unit of close friends in a big, mean, ugly city... I can deal. Scarcity and ignorance...beautiful plan of attack.
So I decided tonight on dropping by "the house", habitat of both the mentioned lover and 2 of our friends, to rebel against my prideful strike of absence and as a personal act of acceptance.
Plate of cookies in hand, I receive a call on my cell as I pull up. A girlfriend of mine is adamant about me picking her up in 20 minutes for our night on the town. Great, I think...the visit will be short and sweet, enough to break the previously impervious ice of my inaccessability to my only semblence of family in this town, but not long enough to drag out any hanging discomforts of the present situation.
I walk in the door, set the cookies down, and seamlessly shoot the shit with the existing company, 2 friends minus loverboy, and feel at ease and in a happily familiar situation. We briefly discuss a favorite rock band and I mention that I can't stay... gotta go, places to be. My casual appearence is obviously noted as significant, and I'm just about done and out the door.
Then (former) lover walks in. "Hey...I gotta get to work...your truck's blocking me in."
I shuffle off since I'm in a hurry, too, and he tries to greet me with a hug and "how are you" like usual. "Eh...you know life," I brush him off. As I reach for the door, his voice drops: "I just want to warn you... 'the girlfriend' is in the car."
The next few moments are in slow motion to me... she's here? Now? When? How? WHY? Oh, goodness... GREAT timing, or lack of, on my part. Thoughts flash... how can I casually introduce myself so nonchalantly to this poor thing, knowing I've been fucking the guy she dropped everything for, the past 2 years? Am I really supposed to just let this "happen" as if I'm just another buddy in the neighborhood? Do I even want to see her? Know her? He was "technically" single, you know.
"Well, you're not off the hook quite yet, but I'll go over and say hi," I mutter to him.
I can feel the dread and anticipation wafting from his insides.
I approach his truck's passenger side and the window rolls down. I'm greeted with a shrill and enthused voice: "HI!!! NICE TO MEET YOU!" She's a pure and sweet vision of... my God, she even looks like a housewife. Cute and simple, with her hair set in curls, simple suburban "night at Olive Garden" outfit, a toothy smile, and I couldn't help it...she was completely endearing. Adorable... sweet... in a very track house and minivan, PTA member sort of way.
"It's so good to meet you after hearing so much about you," I shake her hand. And I mean it.
I get a good look at her... the complete opposite of me, in my red satin jacket, sequinned tight tee, and strappy heels. I wish them a good night and scurry off to my truck and the wild night of partying with Hollywood movers-and-shakers ahead of me.
It's true what my aunts used to say... men always end up going after the complete opposite of what they're accustomed to. Here I am, trend, popular party girl who's adventurous in bed, and she's... like, homey scarf-knitting mom who refuses to give head.
I ponder over the previous moment and think about how much I'd love to be friends with this girl... untainted, seemingly idealistic, and ridiculously down-to-earth... such a contrast to the jaded populous of our town. Screw the new/old boyfriend. I just met a new partner in crime... er, tame misdemeanor.
Imagine that...?
User Reviews
Submitted by Al_Queda (user info) at 2004-04-01 12:06:51 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
boring.
Submitted by Trout (user info) at 2004-04-01 07:13:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Meh
Submitted by hairycoo (user info) at 2004-04-01 05:31:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
you shouldn't be feeling sorry for her. you are after all only his cunt on the side and your power trip will wear off when reality kicks in.
nicely written you are one of the more talented writers on here.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2004-04-01 05:26:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
interesting.
I just looked back at some of your other posts, you seem like someone whose writing I will watch for.
Are you another west coast uberite? LA/San Diego?
Submitted by yidele (user info) at 2004-04-01 05:09:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
great read.
Submitted by esso_merda (user info) at 2004-04-01 04:59:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You have mad balls (for a girl) for even greeting his ex/new girl. Most men would have went straight to the truck and drove off. Good for you.
Submitted by kai070169 (user info) at 2004-04-01 04:53:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
But if she DOES give wicked head, wouldn't that explain a lot?
Submitted by Pete_the_Pirate (user info) at 2004-04-01 04:47:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
oh wait no its not~!
Submitted by Pete_the_Pirate (user info) at 2004-04-01 04:47:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
its christmas!!