Fuck you hindsight (976 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 1.73 on 16 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Durae (View user info) at 2004-09-13 01:18:57 EDT
The sun was coming up. Purple sky outlined the trees that served as our backdrop. The world was still, but soon it would wake up again to disturb our privacy. The surrounding silence that gave us peace and hushed intimacy would end soon. We were running out of time.
Everyone else had passed out hours earlier. One by one they flickered out, mid-conversation with each other. Boasting drunks had urged each other on while the two of us sat back and waited for their bodies to protest all over their shirts. Others making the same prediction cut out early to claim a comfortable bed and avoid the impending call for babysitters. We straggler insomniacs avoided it too by not caring. We were left gloriously alone.
He played his guitar and I played his groupie. This song was for me. I rolled my eyes but listened intently. He joked that he's only trying to impress me. He only plays sad songs and love songs. I would never have guessed he was sad, but he confided that he is constantly. His face scrunched up with concentration and singing came quietly, embarrassed.
Both packs of cigarettes were emptied. The emergency forced us to act quickly. His were organic, but he'd settle for my chemical-laden corporate evil. We walked down the middle of the small-town street to my house, still stumbling a little. He joked that I'm his personal hero for going to Tibet. I told him that it isn't terribly hard to get there and he should go. The crisis of addiction was resolved but the musical time was over. Where could we get breakfast at dawn in the middle of nowhere?
It's a farm town. The diner had opened a half hour before that question even entered our heads. We walked down the road again and cracked jokes at the expense of my backwards town. Everyone was waking up. A few cars were on the road, the entire atmosphere had changed.
Inside the diner old people watched CNN instead of reading newspapers. We ignored their conversations and fought to regain our privacy against the rest of the world. After knowing each other for a few months and only seriously talking for a week we were finishing each other's sentences. We would vote for each other if one ran for office. We discussed education reform. He was familiar with the obscure theories I mentioned and could pronounce the obscure names of their creators when I couldn't. We compared cynical notes on our tricks to get people to contribute to our organization. I was disgusted and impressed that he purposely manipulates lonely housewives when their husbands aren't home. But I had to admit that old men always give me money. He joked that I'm his favorite person at the office. I rolled my eyes again, after all the talk of manipulation I'm supposed to believe that?
Two hours of coffee and no cigarettes went by (thanks New York), we walked back to the original house to find it completely different and unwelcoming. He had to drive a long way home and offered to drive me back down the road that we walked earlier. I told him I could walk, it wasn't a big deal. Conversation continued and he made a joke that most people wouldn't get. Being a fellow geek, I thought it was the funniest thing ever. I realized my mistake and asked him to drive me home.
And he did. ...Then he drove away. We both went back to school.
Something should have happened of course. I didn't know what to do and I shrugged off every signal. When I see him again, I hope I'll have the presence of mind to fix that. But really, I just want to talk to him again.
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Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-03-27 13:33:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-03-27 12:08:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This was great girl!
Can't wait to hang out again. I still want to know
that card trick. Damn you! ;)
Submitted by Nicole3 (user info) at 2004-09-13 11:50:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
So look him up, not in a stalker sort of way of course.
Go for it.
Submitted by Stin (user info) at 2004-09-13 11:07:48 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Badlands (user info) at 2004-09-13 08:46:47 EDT (#)
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Yes.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2004-09-13 08:35:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Give the guy a call.
Submitted by lojope (user info) at 2004-09-13 07:09:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is your best post yet.
And I know how you feel. It will work out.
Submitted by I_Have_a_Kristen_Fetish (user info) at 2004-09-13 06:56:36 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-09-13 06:19:22 EDT (#)
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matt has a raging boner.
Submitted by Omnivexed (user info) at 2004-09-13 06:03:10 EDT (#)
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Inside the diner old people watched CNN instead of reading newspapers.
I liked that for some reason.
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2004-09-13 04:27:51 EDT (#)
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Make out with Matt
Submitted by maiorano84 (user info) at 2004-09-13 02:47:37 EDT (#)
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Make out with me.
Submitted by DonkeyOnTheEdge (user info) at 2004-09-13 02:07:05 EDT (#)
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Awesome.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2004-09-13 01:48:12 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2004-09-13 01:27:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well-written and not overbearing. Nice description!
Submitted by Tuxebux (user info) at 2004-09-13 01:21:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Hindsight? You mean sight from your butt?
ok read i guess.