A doomed relationship? Part III of III (653 hits)
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Submitted by James Smith (View user info) at 2005-07-07 13:57:20 EDT
Part I here: http://www.ubersite.com/m/69981
Part II here: http://www.ubersite.com/m/70045
[You must be kidding]
She's in love. In love with someone else. Another James, no less.
Why was she telling me how great he is and how much she loves him? Why was she doing it right after kissing me? What was she trying to do to me?
I tried not to let my hurt show and I think I did OK.
At times it seemed my silence might give me away but I dodged those bullets.
"What ya thinking about?" She would ask right after she'd reiterated just how much she loved other James and how happy they would be together.
"Hm? Oh, nothing. Just some assignments I've got for college. You?" My reply was usually something like this. This was two weeks ago. I've had to hold this up for practically every conversation since.
I didn't want to tell her that it drove a dagger through me to hear how much she wanted this other person. I hardly knew this woman. Or at least not by any old standards.
We'd conversed on MSN a few times but the majority of our conversations took place on the phone. There was even a twelve hour conversation. I forget how many times I stared at my ceiling in hurtful silence. I definitely have strong feelings for this girl.
If this other James ever comes back I don't stand a chance. The imagery of it all plays on my mind.
Im replaceable. I dont want to be replaceable. Especially not by another James. It's like when a child gets the toy they always wanted. They're content until the new one comes along.
I don't want to be thrown away.
[In the park]
Eventually I found the toilet, pissed and we left.
We headed to Tesco's to pick up some foods and have a wee picnic in Regents Park.
It didn't take us long to find a little spot of our own. We were quite close to a busy footpath but far enough away that we could feel alone when we wanted to.
Kissing. We kissed for hours. I think we were there for four or more hours.
I was happy to lay there under the darkening sky with her all night.
The starry sky would be our ceiling, the ground our mattress and we would each be the others warm blanket.
My phallus inflated several times that evening. I no longer cared.
I had a huge penis and she was going to know about it.
At tesco's I had the great idea of purchasing sushi. I'd never tried sushi before. All my friends had and they all loved it.
We sat on our patch of private/non-private patch of green and ate our foods.
I opened up the sushi with eager anticipation. Not as eager as a fat kid, but I was excited to be trying something.
I fiddled with the chopsticks for about 4 minutes or so. In this time I could have just used my hands and finished all the midget food.
If you're going to do this you'll do it properly, I thought to myself.
I tried a piece. My mouth was salivating heavily at the thought of eating this exotic dish. My friends had given this "sushi" some rank of godliness amongst food.
After collecting the dribble from my mouth in a bucket and using it to fill a nearby pond I placed one of the fishy/rice/leave snack-size rolls of no-taste-whatsoever into my mouth.
"You like?"
"Not a big fan of the taste." I ate what I could feel in my mouth and prepared myself for the next piece.
"What did it taste like?"
"Hard boiled air."
I found that strange thing of soya-sauce and put some on another Victoria Beckham sized roll, "ah ha. It has taste."
It tasted of nothing but soya-sauce. Cheap soya-sauce.
I had given up hope till I noticed a green something lurking in one of the corners of the shiny black tray. After I convinced myself that it was not moving of its own will I picked up another fish-rice object of such size that even Willow would consider it but a mere pre-snack snack.
I put it on my tongue and chewed that bitch.
The first thing I noticed was the bland nothingness.
"Do the Japs like an..." I couldn't finish my sentence.
I felt heat. For a fraction of a second my tongue was molten muscle.
As suddenly as the burning started it had stopped.
Relief washed over me.
Man, I'd like to wash some relief over this girl.
"Oh fuck! That's nasty!" I now yearned for that burning sensation for it had been replaced by something which even vulgarity would spit at.
I picked up a tissue and tried to scrape as much as that green shit off my tongue as possible. I opened up my strawberry Frijj and gulped it like a pornstar in a piss drinking contest.
[Im going to kill that cunt]
"James is blah blah blah blah blah blah blah." She said.
Apparently he had declared his love for her only a few weeks before I jumped on to the scene.
They'd been friends for years before that and she feels the same way about him.
How the fuck do I compete with that?
Years of friendship + requited love = James Smith is fucked... or not, as the case may be.
This is the most troubling point of our relationship. Is she telling me this stuff because she sees me more as a friend than a lover or does she feel so close to me she can tell me this stuff even if I am to be her lover?
What do I do here? No, seriously. None of my friends have any helpful advice here. I need some. Gimme, gimme, gimme!
[All things, regardless, must come to an end]
Eventually, as the line above suggests, this day came to an end. I left her at Balham station and caught my train home.
There was a girl sitting on the seat opposite me. She was crying behind her hand.
I wanted to ask her why she was hurting but some idiot sat right next to her and suddenly the thought of talking to this girl was thrown from my head.
I bet love did it.
[Epilogue]
It's been two or three weeks since that day and we've seen each other a few times since.
I still have no idea where I am in this relationship and what to make of it.
HELP!
User Reviews
Submitted by chipolatte (user info) at 2005-07-07 17:39:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Trust me, get over 'er.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-07-07 17:19:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I love this
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-07-07 16:53:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Be her friend, earn her trust, then one night go out and get her drunk and unleash the monster on her.
If your good in the sack she will reconsider the whole "friend" thing.
Submitted by nicole420 (user info) at 2005-07-07 15:11:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
good story ... just ask her whats going on b/w you two... see if she wants to stay friends or make something more happen
Submitted by Jimmy_Esquire (user info) at 2005-07-07 14:46:41 EDT (#)
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Im hoping for some sort of ending to this saga too.
Im seeing her, hopefully on sunday and monday. A sleepover may occur.
I guess then would be as good a time as any to find out what the fuck is going on here.
On a side note:
I saw this lovely girl called Summer recently. She's just returned from Italy and there were definitely sparks.
I wonder...
Submitted by morontian (user info) at 2005-07-07 14:32:58 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Vulva (user info) at 2005-07-07 14:25:52 (#)
Ranking: 1
I a so disappointed that this story ended like this...I was really hoping for a better ending(scratch that) an ending period!
Ahh well, good for the most part
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I was hoping, too, but the title sort of gave it away.
Submitted by Vulva (user info) at 2005-07-07 14:25:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I a so disappointed that this story ended like this...I was really hoping for a better ending(scratch that) an ending period!
Ahh well, good for the most part
Submitted by morontian (user info) at 2005-07-07 14:16:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I was afraid it would end up something like this. As far as not knowing where you are in the relationship, she'll let you know, if you want to put up with that. I know she was one in a million, but I'd say just let it go and move on. Sorry, dude.
Submitted by Jimmy_Esquire (user info) at 2005-07-07 14:15:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-07-07 13:59:41 (#)
Ranking: -2
YOU ARE A FUCKING PUSSY.
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I love hot food.
I was raised on hot food.
Its just that the hot food I was raised on had a nice taste.
Damn my culinarily superior upbringing! Damn it to the fiery pits of my stomach!
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-07-07 14:15:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
BAH
hmmm.. it's possible she wants to know where you guys stand and her way
of getting an asnwer from you is to allude to another lover. And by allude
I mean rub your face in it.
From your description of her she sounds like she'll break your heart someday.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-07-07 14:04:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
+1, wasabi-eater
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-07-07 13:59:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
YOU ARE A FUCKING PUSSY.