George Costanza Was Wrong: The Roommate Switch is Indeed Possible (Part II of II) (1661 hits)
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Submitted by Mountain (View user info) at 2006-05-04 15:43:29 EDT
(Part I: http://www.ubersite.com/m/87098)
Time progressed and Amy and I continued to see each other. I could tell it pained her that I wouldn't commit to anything more than hitting the bars then going home and fucking.
The ensuing time we spent hanging out confirmed my initial thought that she undoubtedly did belong in the 'cool chick' category, but my other initial instinct that we would have made much better friends was also true.
Just before meeting her, I had ended a four year relationship and I wasn't going to allow myself to jump straight into another one. I made this very clear on multiple occasions and although she never really said anything to confirm it, I feel she believed it was only a matter of time before I changed my mind.
She even gave seeing other people a shot. She called me before a couple dates to see if I would be opposed to it, but I never was. The cool thing about it was that she sincerely had my best interests in mind. It wasn't one of those weak attempts that girls (and guys, I suppose) sometimes make in an attempt to see if they can summon some sort of jealousy. She was like that; she had a broad consciousness and general appreciation for those around her.
One of my favorite memories of Amy engrained in my memory while we were at the Laundromat one day. She pulled her last load of laundry out of the dryer and then... cleaned out the lint trap.
Now, finding a lint trap already cleaned isn't a remarkable event in a given day, nor is it to clean out someone else's before throwing in a load of your own laundry. But it was the subtle, simple acts like that she effortlessly made throughout her everyday life, improving the lives of those around her, stranger or not, that really defined her character. I realized that day that she made me want to be a better person.
We were fairly sexually compatible. She probably ranks in the top five, maybe even the top three of my list. She wasn't much of a kisser, but it wasn't because she lacked the technique, it was more a result of the passion behind it that provoked her aggressive kissing style and consequently prevented any great length to foreplay. That same passion, the way she expressed herself intimately, threw any insecurities I might have had out the window.
Not only did she make me want to be a better person, she made me feel like a better person and my confidence regularly hit new peaks.
By why wasn't I in love with this girl? She was beautiful, dangerously combined intelligence with comical naivety (which led to some prolonged fits of laughter as well as moments when I just wanted to grab her, hug her, shut my eyes tight and hold her close in an attempt to stop the world from revolving so the moment wouldn't pass), and bighearted - almost to a fault.
No matter how I tried, no matter how much I cared for Amy, I just wasn't falling in love.
After a while, it started to pain me that I couldn't give her what she wanted, but our relationship continued and she respected my position. By the time two months had passed Jake, Kate, Amy and I had settled nicely into a weekly routine based on the bars' nightly specials. Mondays we spent at this great dive pool hall that had $2 micros and Karaoke. Tuesdays were spent at Old Cee's for Fat (Tire) Tuesdays. Wednesday - $3 Red Bull and Vodkas at Tony's. There was Dollar Tea Thursday at a local brewery and Fridays were always the night we hit the dance club. Money flowed regularly between us. It just wouldn't be the same if someone was missing, so if someone was short on cash, the others would compensate.
There was no need for boundaries to be drawn. Jake and I had a friendship stronger than the one he had with my brother back in high school and Kate and Amy had been friends since they were eight years old. We were all so comfortable with one another that there was no threat if Amy danced with Jake or I danced with Kate - which I took full advantage of, naturally.
After all, this is about the Roommate Switch.
The lack of boundaries allowed Kate and me to get away with some physicality that probably wouldn't have been tolerated in conventional situations. I didn't know if she shared the feelings I had for her or if she just liked the attention, but let's face it, I didn't really care. A couple times, we'd run into each other in the back of the club or agree to meet in less busy areas where we'd steal a kiss or two.
It was an unbelievable time in my life. During the day, we attended to our personal schedules consisting of classes, errands, and part time jobs. But the nights, oh the nights, were reserved for the four of us.
In a string of strange events, one night we found ourselves with the opportunity to try ecstasy. None of us had ever tried it, but we weren't exactly strangers to illegal substances either.
Six pills (Mitsubishis), a 30 pack, eight hours and four aching jaws later, we were hooked.
X became the fifth member of our group, just as beloved to the rest of us as any other member. Our weekly routine remained intact, but Friday night didn't end when we got home from the club. Instead, that's when it started.
If there was a lack of boundaries before, now it more closely resembled the line where Mexico meets Texas.
Delirium, Dave Matthews mixes, Enigma and assorted techno filled my house in such a way that if you stood in the back yard, the hum that muffled from its walls and the muted lights that flickered from the windows made it seem to be a living, breathing thing. Such a surreal resonance would course through the interior that it would make you try and physically grab it out of the air. Beats and bass and voices and echoes would reverberate off the walls and seemingly seep within your body where it settled as warmth and a sense that it would be impossible to improve that exact moment.
And that moment... and that one... and that one.
The connection I had felt with Kate that first night we met was not mistaken, rather it was shared and during these times it was given the chance to grow, to thrive. We rarely spoke of it, even in the moment, because it was mutually understood that we hadn't even scratched the surface of its potential, but also half scared that talking about it might let it slip away, out of reach.
The most intoxicating part of the weekends wasn't the drug.
It was her.
Senses were heightened, inhibitions were lowered and for those endless hours it was the four of us dancing, teasing, playing and loving. We made pacts that were impossible to keep, promises impossible to fulfill and claims impossible to be true. It didn't matter, though. The moment that just left you was perfect, the truth was simply and utterly incapable of denying it its perfection and another moment was about to arrive, so get ready.
This was understood.
This... was us.
It wouldn't ever be the same; even in the years after college my expectations of our fifth member would never again be reached. It was foolish of me to think otherwise.
It couldn't last forever, though. It had almost been a year and a half since I ran into Jake, a little over a year since meeting Kate and Amy and our college graduation was fast approaching. Jake was on the scenic route through college. Despite being older, his jobs often interfered with his courses, which he wasn't always very enthusiastic about in the first place.
Kate and I were meeting up for lunch and any other reason for which we could find an excuse. Outside of the weekends, we did our best to keep it platonic; the most physical contact we had was spooning on the couch watching a movie. It was only a matter of time before our efforts in restraint would become futile.
Amy had been seeing less and less of me, except for the weekends. I figured she had gotten pretty serious about one or two other guys because she didn't talk much about them. She never had to try to hide anything from me, so when she did, she failed miserably. In the weekend that would be our last, I let her know exactly how I felt about her and apologized that I wasn't able to so significantly impact her life they way she did mine.
She told me I was wrong. She said I taught her that independence is not a sign of weakness, but co-dependency - excessive co-dependency - was. She told me about her new beau and we both laughed about her lame attempts to hide him from me. We shared our last kiss and to this day, a woman's lips have never made me feel so vulnerable and complete at the same time.
We returned to the living room with that surreal, although now familiar resonance thickening the air. Jake and Kate wore wise smiles; they knew just by looking at us that the torment in our relationship was gone. We carried out that last weekend unaware it would be our last and I'm glad it happened that way.
There's not a thing in the world that could have improved on that moment.
A couple days later, Jake just stopped calling everyone. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. His phone number changed, his lease ended and he made sure to make himself scarce. Almost a year later we found out he had been seeing his ex for a few months before our "last weekend." We speculate that he delved a little deeper into the world of illegal substances as well, but there's nothing to confirm our suspicion. Jake now lives in Chicago and works in the Sears Tower selling computer software. He married his ex. We kept in contact after he apologetically resurfaced. I went out to visit him about a year ago, but I ended returning early on "business." That thing that occupied Jake's mind and body was no longer Jake.
Amy expectingly became very involved in her new relationship. It was definitely bittersweet to see her get wrapped up in a new man. I met him a couple times and he undoubtedly lived up to everything Amy had said about him. I have to admit, I took a shot to the ego there, but I enjoy a spot of relief knowing that she'll never kiss him the way she kissed me our last night. They'll share moments more intense than we ever did, I realize that. But that kiss was designed for that moment and it will never be replicated by her lips.
She even drifted away from Kate. She had to hear through mutual friends that the new guy had proposed, Amy accepted and they were to be married before the year was through. I received an invitation and I couldn't help but smile when I saw Kate's name in addition to mine, addressed to my house. It was no accident or a "two birds with one stone" effort. She knew Kate would be living with me by then.
Kate went stag to Amy's wedding, the wedding they had planned in their minds since the age of eight. Not as the maid of honor, not as a bridesmaid and by her suggestion, she even went without a "plus one." You can call it selfish, you can call it insecure, but my memory of Amy is perfect in my mind the way it is, so I agreed that my presence was neither wanted nor needed.
"How do you know the bride?"
"For about a year, we fucked like animals, drank like the Irish and downed enough pills to make Ozzy Ozbourne blush. You?"
Instead, I paid for the first night of their honeymoon and supplied a very nice bottle of champagne to congratulate them.
Despite her hesitation to go, Kate absolutely loved the wedding. The new guy was indeed Mr. Right, Amy was now Ms. Right and Kate couldn't have been happier. They had a chance that night to say what needed to be said and according to Kate, Amy thought Kate was mad at her and didn't want to be there. They agreed that after a few weeks with little communication between them, Amy being completely engaged in the "new" stage of a relationship, it snowballed into months and neither one of them knew how to go about taking the initiative to pick up the phone.
I'm not an idiot. I know it's my fault.
They have since reunited and are as close as ever. Amy moved back to their hometown, so Kate is able to see her often when she visits her parents.
Amy is the proud mother of two and sells communication systems to large corporations and is quite good at it, apparently. Being in real estate, I was able to look her up in the database and take a peek at the $800k home they purchased back in February. I don't know what Mr. Right does for a living.
Kate was devastated throughout the weeks that we couldn't get a hold of Jake. It surprised me quite a bit to see how much his actions hurt her. I did what I could to console her and she healed as time went on. From about a month after Jake's Houdini act until last year (five years) we lived together, the majority of the time it was everything I wanted in a relationship. She was everything I wanted in a woman. Inevitably, as I expect every woman will, Kate got tired of waiting for me to ask for her hand in marriage and left.
She's now the Director of a quite prestigious early childhood education center here in Colorado. There are five kids currently enrolled that call a Denver Bronco "Dad."
Neither one of us has taken on another relationship since ours collapsed, so we still manage to see each other from time to time.
The last time we were together, after a vigorous romp (the bed you saw in my UberCribs post was actually taken the next morning), she said something that has been haunting me since. It could have been the unusual timing that made it strike so profoundly, but I think it has more to do with the implications...
"You still love Amy."
User Reviews
Submitted by Mike00295 (user info) at 2006-05-08 16:10:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good read.
Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-08 15:49:37 EDT (#)
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Fair enough!
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2006-05-08 15:48:24 EDT (#)
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Yeah, I read it. I guess I just never got around to rating it. Consider one of these +2's to be for part I.
Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-08 15:31:23 EDT (#)
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Did you read part one?
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2006-05-08 15:08:57 EDT (#)
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Hahaha, I know what you mean. I fell down a flight of concrete stairs on Saturday and I think I knocked something loose.
Anyway, I'm more than happy to give this post multiple +2's. It's very good.
Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-08 15:04:14 EDT (#)
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...crap.
The light's on ya know, it's just that there's no one home.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2006-05-08 14:52:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-08 14:30:55 (#)
Ranking: 2
+1 for the story
+1 for the comments
Jeaneeeeeeee...
I noticed you're around today. I haven't seen you here for a while...
You gotta read my two part "George Costanza Was Wrong..." piece. They beckon me for your reviewing.
Please?
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/87529#1963736
Submitted by MyTeeOne (user info) at 2006-05-08 14:31:17 EDT (#)
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Wow. That was some good shit.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-05-06 14:30:11 EDT (#)
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Depressing...
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REAL MEN DON'T CRY
weeps
Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-06 14:22:23 EDT (#)
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Thanks, Cal.
It is totally lame I find myself rereading this after reviews like yours and Tim's?
...much appreciated.
Submitted by calbearspolo (user info) at 2006-05-06 14:14:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is coming fom a nameless guy on the internet, so I guess take it for what it's worth, but I really enjoyed that story. I haven't felt that emotionally connected to a particular piece of writing for a long time. My hat is off. This is one of those rare pieces that you wish the ranking system had an extra point to give for that ever so exceptional piece.
I saw the last words of this post coming, but only because I have been there myself--it hurts and yet is so comforting to know that the human condition is universal and painful at times.
Submitted by DavyJones (user info) at 2006-05-06 05:33:43 EDT (#)
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Bitches ain't nothing but tricks and hoes...
Submitted by Average_Dan (user info) at 2006-05-06 04:13:20 EDT (#)
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Oh Mountain,
Serously, than you for linking me here.
Not only did I get a flashback from this, I damn near wanted to cry at the end.
Of course, I never would. I'm a man for god's sake, what the fuck??
I wonder if I have your email addy?
Did we exchange emails last week?
I can't be arsed to look at my gmail acct now, I'm far too drunk.
DO YOU SEE WHAT TIME IT IS HERE??
I still finished it, because I promised myself I would when I got home. I'm glad I did.
I'll leave a comment tomorrow so that you know it's not just t3h drunk me talking.
Submitted by BrownEyedGirrl (user info) at 2006-05-05 15:17:20 EDT (#)
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Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-05 14:54:28 (#)
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Submitted by BrownEyedGirrl (user info) at 2006-05-04 22:36:42 (#)
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I feel your pain... my own situation is suprisingly similar...
your story hit nerves....
"they" say time will heal this....
but I'm up for too many drinks and much dancing!!
then I'll concentrate on healing the hangover...
while watching cartoons... join me??
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hrrrmm... we might have to watch something other than cartoons. Maybe Gladiator... or Tombstone... or Brokeback Mountain II: Fur Traders (starring Rachel McAdams and Scarlett Johnssen).
*forgot how he got to work today*
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It's Friday!! It's Friday!!
Weekends have ENDLESS possibilities....
Friday nights are for Dancing....
followed by an early Saturday morning breakfast....
and much napping Saturday Afternoon!!!
What does your weekend hold in store for YOU??
Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-05 14:54:28 EDT (#)
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Submitted by BrownEyedGirrl (user info) at 2006-05-04 22:36:42 (#)
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I feel your pain... my own situation is suprisingly similar...
your story hit nerves....
"they" say time will heal this....
but I'm up for too many drinks and much dancing!!
then I'll concentrate on healing the hangover...
while watching cartoons... join me??
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hrrrmm... we might have to watch something other than cartoons. Maybe Gladiator... or Tombstone... or Brokeback Mountain II: Fur Traders (starring Rachel McAdams and Scarlett Johnssen).
*forgot how he got to work today*
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-05-05 11:13:46 EDT (#)
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+2 i'm done with finals!!!!!!!!!!!
W00t!
Submitted by MichelleNJ (user info) at 2006-05-05 08:16:57 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2006-05-04 15:56:45 (#)
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This is a very poignant story and it brought back more than a few memories for me.
Submitted by soccer (user info) at 2006-05-05 02:31:02 EDT (#)
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Have my children
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-05-05 00:31:41 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:42:47 (#)
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Exceptional.
Submitted by williamson (user info) at 2006-05-05 00:20:01 EDT (#)
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Wow...
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-05-04 23:39:07 EDT (#)
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This post was very touching and bittersweet. And really well written too; I'm pleased you didn't shy away from the sappy bits.
Nice work dude.
Submitted by BrownEyedGirrl (user info) at 2006-05-04 22:36:42 EDT (#)
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Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:50:32 (#)
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BEG- I don't know about that. It's possible, I suppose, but I think I know her better. One of the most endearing and simultaneously annoying things about Kate is that she doesn't censor herself. The way it works in my mind is that she saw something in the way I was with Amy in intimate situations that she feels I don't give to her... being that we had just finished, it was just another time she didn't censor...
But either way, you're right. Yes... I'm completely headfucked.
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I feel your pain... my own situation is suprisingly similar...
your story hit nerves....
"they" say time will heal this....
but I'm up for too many drinks and much dancing!!
then I'll concentrate on healing the hangover...
while watching cartoons... join me??
Submitted by rosemadder (user info) at 2006-05-04 21:12:21 EDT (#)
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Who's sad? You've got the word Rose in your name and from what I can tell, you're a dude
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How dare you...
your beard tastes like peaches
Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-04 20:59:11 EDT (#)
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Everything you ever wanted to know about rosemadder
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WTF? How come all the cuntwads gotta hate on this?
Who's sad? You've got the word Rose in your name and from what I can tell, you're a dude.
Submitted by rosemadder (user info) at 2006-05-04 20:53:57 EDT (#)
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I wanted to do you based on part one of this post, but now I think you're just sad...
Submitted by Sinistral (user info) at 2006-05-04 20:16:50 EDT (#)
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The description of y'alls nights with ecstacy made me want to weep because I havn't been able to put something like that together.
Submitted by Sinistral (user info) at 2006-05-04 20:15:47 EDT (#)
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Everything you ever wanted to know about Lady_Honeypot
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Five posts in over two years (one of which was a repost) that barely average "I've seen better" and you think you know shit?
Oh... and kudos for calling me fat.
It made me feel absolutely terrible.
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HEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-05-04 17:14:01 EDT (#)
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Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:25:31 (#)
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Yes! Flat spot.
See that lovely spot that's flat right between her thighs? Look closely... it's cover by the most narrow part of her panties behind which untold treasures lay. Single handedly the cause of and solution to all of man's problems...
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I've got another great pic of this chick for you then...you'll see.
Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-04 17:01:06 EDT (#)
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Everything you ever wanted to know about Lady_Honeypot
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Five posts in over two years (one of which was a repost) that barely average "I've seen better" and you think you know shit?
Oh... and kudos for calling me fat.
It made me feel absolutely terrible.
Submitted by Serious_Melvin (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:51:13 EDT (#)
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Damn, dude! That was amazing. I logged in just to rate this.
Submitted by COMountain (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:50:32 EDT (#)
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BEG- I don't know about that. It's possible, I suppose, but I think I know her better. One of the most endearing and simultaneously annoying things about Kate is that she doesn't censor herself. The way it works in my mind is that she saw something in the way I was with Amy in intimate situations that she feels I don't give to her... being that we had just finished, it was just another time she didn't censor...
But either way, you're right. Yes... I'm completely headfucked.
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Tim-
Thanks a lot man. It's insane how cathartic writing something like this can be. If you read Part I, it unfolded humourously and it was my intention to keep this the same way. I had abour 3/4 of a funnier one done, but after Kate said what she said, it turned into this. That's one of the coolest things about Uber... I wouldn't have ever sat down to write anything, let alone this.
Thanks again for your review - it's got to be the most positive one ever linked to one of my posts.
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Inion-
Love is a strange thing with me, as you can tell. I either get slammed with it and there's nothing I can do to stop/control it... or it never comes at all. I'm trying to figure out if I indeed loved Amy while we were "together," or if I loved her afterwards when I gained more perspective.
I don't know if I love her now, which doesn't fit my protocol of completely vs. not at all.
And even if I did... what am I going to do about it?
The Roommate Switch Reversal... not even Costanza could see that one coming.
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Cookie-
I think that's her frustration. I'm not convinced that my heart belongs to Amy, but I'm not convinced that it doesn't, either. I didn't realize Kate's and my issues were rooted in her thoughts regarding Amy and me. I figured she left because we hadn't married yet.
I don't see Kate and I seeing each other exclusively or moving back in together, but we'll always know each other. That I'm certain of.
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:44:55 EDT (#)
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Well, not really. This was awesome, though.
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:44:20 EDT (#)
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And it made me remember.
-Jake
Seriously.
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:42:47 EDT (#)
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Exceptional.
Submitted by Lady_Honeypot (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:37:29 EDT (#)
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Not only did she make me want to be a better person, she made me feel like a better person and my confidence regularly hit new peaks.
- fucking 2 for that line you faggot. I bet they call you mountain because you're a fat tub of shit. Go grow a pair of balls.
Submitted by runswithscissors (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:32:51 EDT (#)
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Amazing writing.........thanks for sharing.
Submitted by BrownEyedGirrl (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:25:41 EDT (#)
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k... I've been thinkin' about this.....
and you were together for FOUR YEARS with Kate??
and after FOUR YEARS together she hits you with "you still love Amy"??
I'm thinkin' it was a low-blow meant to rock your foundation....
nice move but still a low-blow
that could only be pulled 'cause she knew your history with "amy"
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:22:37 EDT (#)
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dude.
what an absolutely phenominaly amazing piece of writing.
if a writer's goal is to elict emotion, consider it accomplished.
i don't get love.
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:15:54 EDT (#)
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this was absolutely beautifully told. that said, stories like this make me hate life and fear falling in love.
question is, do you still?
Submitted by CookieLass (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:10:37 EDT (#)
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Just because you still feel love for someone doesn't mean you can't give your heart completely to someone else. Question is, can she be happy knowing that part of you will always belong to another woman?
Submitted by congo (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:09:18 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by ubetidid (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:08:25 EDT (#)
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great...and the pic finishes it nicely
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:05:18 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by zoot124 (user info) at 2006-05-04 16:02:06 EDT (#)
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Great story.
Submitted by BrownEyedGirrl (user info) at 2006-05-04 15:59:16 EDT (#)
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did you just realize you actually LOVE Amy??
you probably always will......
I love your writing.... more more MORE!!
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2006-05-04 15:58:02 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2006-05-04 15:56:45 EDT (#)
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This is a very poignant story and it brought back more than a few memories for me.
Submitted by retrospect (user info) at 2006-05-04 15:56:10 EDT (#)
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Do you realize in the entire history of western civilization no one has
successfully accomplished the Roommate Switch? In the Middle Ages you
could get locked up for even suggesting it!
Submitted by retrospect (user info) at 2006-05-04 15:52:21 EDT (#)
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auto +2 costanza
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-05-04 15:51:55 EDT (#)
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interesting story