A doomed relationship? Part I of III (619 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 1 on 6 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by James Smith (View user info) at 2005-07-05 14:20:11 EDT
[Pee before you leave the house]
I tapered around the newsstand nervously. Today would be the day I finally met her.
I don't remember being nervous about meeting her. In fact, I'm sure I was more nervous about seeing her and not
recognising her face. A nervous thought so blatantly misplaced. There would be no doubting it was her when she turned up.
I'd drunken two bottles of water already. The humidity was unusually low and I was bad enough in the usually humid.
Beads of sweat left my pores in eager anticipation of what awaited them on the other side of my skin and I now really needed to pee.
She said she would be wearing a white dress. It was summer, she arrived at least a dozen times before she actually arrived.
Upon seeing her I immediately said "Hello". The trouble was I had only said it in my head. My mouth refused to move.
What the hell was I going to do? Dont just stand there, man! Say something! So I did.
I said, "He." Not only did I not pronounce it as "he", I didnt actually pronounce it as anything that could be
slightly confused with any manner of spoken english.
Nice one, Casanova.
She saved the day. Thank God, "Hi. Shall we go?"
I made a head movement which I think just passed as a nod and moved my lips (dont fuck it up this time mouth!),
"Sure."
Yes! You da man!
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing." I smiled and we walked towards our first stop. The Natural History Museum.
[Stop touching the dinosaurs]
I touch things. Im definitely a toucher. If I see something and I like it, I'll touch it.
I hadn't touched Gia yet (everyone else called her Jo but I much prefered Gia) with good reason: She was incredibly pretty.
People like you don't touch people like her, James. My mind kept babbling on about the constraints society places on the people we are allowed to interact with in accordance with our socially agreed grouping.
I'd like to think I didn't conform, but I did. I was a part of that group that was never cool enough to be in the cool group, never smart enough to be in the smart group, never stupid enough to be in the lower two sets and never sexy enough to get laid until the object of my affections was incredibly horny and would settle for less.
I was a funny man.
I would float from group to group making people laugh at any expense. There were two others like me and for some reason we never saw fit to stick together. Conclusive proof we werent to be in the smart group.
But I digress. Gia and I made our way through the dinosaur exhibit. It was far less impressive than I remember it being when I saw it through my child eyes. This didn't stop me from wowing and touching practically everything in there though. I stroked and I grabbed anything on display. Eggs, claws, imitation dino skin, Gia's hand... Gia's hand!
Check it out. You're holding her hand.
I looked down and, lo and behold, I was indeed holding her hand.
Don't sweat! Please don't sweat!
My hand started to sweat. Fuck! I released her from my clasp and dried my hand on the trouser of my right leg. I really hope she didn't notice.
We kept walking and walking. Nothing interesting happened. Some guy, who wasn't me, tried to hit on her in the meteorite section but that was about it.
User Reviews
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2005-07-06 12:57:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-07-06 07:34:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Life's hard when your a man. No pun intended.
Submitted by morontian (user info) at 2005-07-05 19:21:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Don't sweat! Please don't sweat!"
What can you do?
Really looking forward to the rest.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-07-05 16:43:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I definitely want to read the rest of this.
Please post tomorrow?
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-07-05 16:02:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
good, good- look foward to the rest.
Submitted by nicole420 (user info) at 2005-07-05 14:33:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
meh