Remember when... (1130 hits)
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Submitted by Darko (View user info) at 2005-07-25 23:02:37 EDT
Remember when we first talked? It all started with a simple profile on our university's dating website. I just put it up so that I could talk with some new people over the summer. I was bored and needed something new in my life. I was quite explicit that I had no intentions of actually meeting anyone from the site that I just wanted to flirt harmlessly and feel the connection. You know, the thrill of actually getting to know somebody, and taking the risk of opening up to a random screen name. I mean it's not really a risk, little 1s and 0s can't hurt a person, only other people can. Four other girls contacted me besides you, but you were the only one who actually complemented my randomness. You were prepared to go in whatever direction a conversation with me might lead, and I liked you for that. I didn't like you for you, but you were almost a perfect compliment to me.
Remember when we first met? I was in town staying at a friend's house. I could have left and went home, but I wanted two things: to get drunk, and to make out. I was half way to Plasteredville when I left to use my friend's computer. You weren't even in my thoughts at the time. I was checking to see if my ex or one of my female "friends" were on, and was disappointed to see that they were not. But your screen name was. I figured I would give it a shot, but was again rejected by fate when it turned out your dad had showed up and decided to spend the night at your apartment. Yet you surprised me when you told me you'd just wait till he fell asleep and sneak out of your own apartment. Two hours and 6 rum and cokes later we were making out on my friends couch.
Remember when we first had sex? Game 6 of the Pistons versus the Spurs. I even let you die my hair this flaming colour during halftime. I guess that's what I get for telling you to pick any color you wanted and to not let me know about it till it was already on me. We took shots of Jim Bean as we waited for it to set in. When I stepped out of the shower you burst into laughter. I tackled you onto your couch and started kissing you, only to promptly throw myself off of you when the commercials ended. When the game was over and the pistons victory was in hand we got up to go to Taco Bell for some celebratory food. Except instead of heading towards the door I just maneuvered you backwards onto your bed. We were so loud that we heard people on the street below talking about how they thought somebody was having sex up there. At random times you would just look at me and start laughing. I guess that was your way of telling me it was just some good old fashioned fun fucking, nothing more.
Remember when you started actually making plans for the future with me? We talked about going on a road trip to the east coast to watch the sunrise and then take the next few days to make our way out west to watch the sunset. We discussed everything from going to Broadway plays to watching the WNBA team. I remember it was then that I started thinking maybe we had something serious. You talked of making me come out of my shell by dragging me with you to parties in the months ahead. You acted like you loved the positive things about me, and would do your best to save me from my own negative traits.
Remember when I reached out to you for real help? I had been in my depressed moods and wanted for you to be able to cheer me up. You called me while drunk and I let it all spill. I told you of the thoughts that still consumed my head, that were slowly consuming my soul. You sat there horrified as you listened to the things coming out of my mouth. I waited for you to do something different, to be able to convince you that life was actually worth living, but all you could do was recite the same old shit that everyone else was spewing. You had failed me. I couldn't take it and told you I had to leave. You still haven't spoken to me since.
What I bet you don't remember is the weeks that went by where I maneuvered my schedule around yours. I wouldn't go to sleep till 9 am so that I could make sure your little screen name signed back on and that you were going to work. I bet you don't remember how I constantly checked my phone every 5 minutes just to check if you had called. How could you remember that, you never cared to even try to contact me. Not by phone, emailing, or messenger. I remember thinking I would never get to talk to you again.
Remember when I tried to make it all up to you and help us get past the disaster zone we had fallen in? I remember well. I had been thinking to myself that it was up to me to make an effort to make you realize how sorry I was. Sorry for expecting too much from you too soon. Ideas of grand displays of emotion floated through my head. I could show up at your work place with flowers and a card. I went down to the hallmark store and tried to find the perfect card. You have no idea how hard it is to find a card that simply says "I'm sorry".
I remember thinking that it was my humor that originally made me stand out to you so that maybe it could win you back. I bought you the most inappropriate card I could find, a happy birthday son card that had a black family on it. I also got you a stuffed penguin since I've made it known to you how much I would like to eat a penguin. I went to meijers and bought you bamboo plant and some handfuls of pieces of candy. I figured I could make a cute funny comment for each item and attach it to the gifts.
I remember listening to you on the radio as I wrote out each item's post it note. I wrote about getting you the most inappropriate card ever for you, and how I liked you so much I would not eat a penguin for you. I wrote how only I would give someone a bamboo plant and that I had in fact done so 36 times before, 37 counting you. I wrote how I couldn't find you any taffy, your favourite candy, so that instead I got you an assload of toffee, and that if you didn't like them I would eat every single one of them in front of you despite my dislike for chocolate. I went up to leave them all outside your car, but when I saw you had left it unlocked just put them inside of it instead. I drove off and sat in the car till you got off work, till I could know if I either saved the day or if I fucked up good.
Remember when you walked out to your car and saw all of those things? Because I sure don't. You never even bothered to call me to let me know one way or the other. I remember counting down the minutes till I got to the point where I knew you had left work by then, and that you made no effort to get a hold of me. I remember this being all I needed to know. I called you one last time, to let you know how sorry I was that things had gotten this bad this quickly. One thing I refused to do was apologize for my actions. You were slipping away and I cared enough to reach my hand out to you. I did promise to stop bothering you though. I should have gotten the hint when you knew I would be in town yet made no effort to see me. I remember feeling like such a fool and cursing at myself during the 2 hour drive home.
Remember when you called me later that night? You got my voicemail of course, I wasn't in nearly enough of a healthy mental state to talk to you. It took my 3 days to finally listen to what you had to say. Three fucking days of anticipation to hear "thanks for the things, but yeah... I'll talk to you later." Thanks for the things?! I'm still dumbfounded that that was what you chose to acknowledge. The sentiment meant nothing to you. I meant nothing to you. I don't know why I thought I would. I guess I got too wrapped up in your little game of pretend to see your true feelings. Well congratulations are in order, you got me hook line and sinker. But it'll be a cold day in hell before I let you in, before I let you manipulate me, again.
I remember when I thought you were special, but that seems like it was a lifetime ago.
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User Reviews
Submitted by Mario (user info) at 2006-05-30 07:42:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
You can't go into a relationship expecting them to fix you. They WILL fail and you will resent them for it. Fix yourself first before you date again, no one is going to make your life complete.
Submitted by d_prime (user info) at 2005-07-27 12:59:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.cgip.ath.cx/nph-proxy.cgi/000000A/http/www.ubersite.com/m/71684#1481212
You may dare.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-07-26 15:35:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
filename sucked.
Submitted by kadunkadunk (user info) at 2005-07-26 15:08:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Expectations are pre-mediated resentments. Remember that the next time you freak out your girlfriend.
Submitted by BillsSBChamps (user info) at 2005-07-26 14:50:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
DARE I SAY D-PRIME MADNESS IS BETTER THAN UBERMADNESS AND ONLY PARTLY BECAUSE I'M THE 1 SEED.
FEEL MY WRATH BITCHES!!!!!!!
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-07-26 14:47:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
awwwww
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2005-07-26 08:19:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
excellent
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-07-26 07:57:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Darko - if we were head to head on this I would not give you a plus 2 because you submitted a bitmap...and...it doesn't fucking work!
That said, good job, ya know with the writing and all.
Submitted by Dervel (user info) at 2005-07-26 06:28:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-07-26 05:32:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well, the guy in this story did fail her rather dramatically, I mean come on he just buggered off. Then the sorry bastard blames his failiure on her? Expects her to come running to him after he blew her off? She obviously did the right thing by looking for someone who could love her properly, which I assume is the moral of the story.
Good story.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-07-26 04:39:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
poor old Darko
Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2005-07-26 02:49:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2005-07-25 23:11:09 (#)
Ranking: 2
Heartfelt and sad. I wonder if it's true.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-07-26 02:14:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i refuse to read this you EMO faggot
Submitted by a_little_more_time (user info) at 2005-07-26 01:37:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'll should be here for the first few weeks, yeah, and I've got friends on Harrison that we can go to and get 'faced.
Submitted by a_little_more_time (user info) at 2005-07-26 01:13:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
P.S.
Darko, we need to drink. I'm movin' to FL in September.
Submitted by a_little_more_time (user info) at 2005-07-26 00:59:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
What's that I hear?
Oh, right.
It's the WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHmbulance.
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-07-26 00:03:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You big lug.
Come down and spend a week in Orange Beach with the Lost Boys, we'll rearrange your mental furniture. +++
(PS: have extra bedrooms, hit my email.)
Submitted by RandytheHelpfulPineapple (user info) at 2005-07-26 00:00:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh darko you poor thing.
Have a +2 on the house kid.
I'll leave it at that because I think that you've had enough therapy by writing this.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2005-07-25 23:57:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
oh yeah.. I had forgotten that Corn got an alter...
Submitted by transhuman (user info) at 2005-07-25 23:46:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by girlintheworld (user info) at 2005-07-25 23:32:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DOUBLE RATING!!!! I LOVE THIS GAME!
Submitted by morontian (user info) at 2005-07-25 23:23:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Irony; it's a killer.
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2005-07-25 23:21:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fuck Darko!
tee hee hee
I'll read this now.
Submitted by a_little_more_time (user info) at 2005-07-25 23:13:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn Spartan skanks. Been burned by them, myself.
I've got a friend that works at Olin. Just say the word, and I'll go inject her with Hepatitis-B.
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2005-07-25 23:11:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Heartfelt and sad. I wonder if it's true.
Submitted by NintendoCzar (user info) at 2005-07-25 23:07:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Remember when we first had sex? Game 6 of the Pistons versus the Spurs. I even let you die my hair this flaming colour during halftime. I guess that's what I get for telling you to pick any color you wanted and to not let me know about it till it was already on me. We took shots of Jim Bean as we waited for it to set in. When I stepped out of the shower you burst into laughter. I tackled you onto your couch and started kissing you, only to promptly throw myself off of you when the commercials ended. When the game was over and the pistons victory was in hand we got up to go to Taco Bell for some celebratory food. Except instead of heading towards the door I just maneuvered you backwards onto your bed. We were so loud that we heard people on the street below talking about how they thought somebody was having sex up there. At random times you would just look at me and start laughing. I guess that was your way of telling me it was just some good old fashioned fun fucking, nothing more.
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sex and spurs, auto +2
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-07-25 23:04:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
UNBAN DARKO!
http://www.ubersite.com/m/70840