Rose (691 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 1.23 on 18 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by <ejryuu.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2006-08-21 13:55:00 EDT
Day 1
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I met the most beautiful girl in the world today. Her name is Rose. Everything about this female is fantastic. The way she smiles melts away the armor that my heart had no intention of removing. Her large, cerulean eyes tell me that she only speaks the truth. Rose's wit, much like her pupils, also knows no bounds. My own verbal jabs being reflected feel like a warm, welcoming hug. I admire this girl because she seems to have her head on her shoulders more firmly than mine is planted. Despite her claims of a couple of mental issues, I do not shy away. Who doesn't have those [alleged] kinds of problems these days? I believe they're endearing. Problems and flaws flesh out a person, making them more believable.
Rose and I talk about many things on our first night out. I come to find that we have a lot of similarities. For instance, we both like dogs more than cats. We also hate people in general and are comfortable with the idea that we're both probably going to hell. I walk her back to her new, crimson sports car, give her a hug, then casually stroll back to my rusting red decade-old motorized vehicle. The thought of cleaning it out passes through my mind like a wispy cloud driven apart by a strong gale.
My heart booms in my chest during the drive home. I can't get her out of my head. Over and over, my brain plays through the sequence of tonight's events, making every action stand out as if it were it's own national holiday. I wonder if I said everything right? I wonder if she'll want to see me another time. I can't wait to see Rose again.
Day 2
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My next meeting with Rose comes sooner than even I expected. We'd just met two days ago and now I've got the privilege of being in her presence again! She's just as stunning tonight as she was the last time, if not more. Her full, glossy lips provoke dark thoughts in the depths of my mind but my racing heart leaves the carnal delusions in the dust. Sex is one of the furthest things in my mind at this point. I find everything about her so intriguing that I could keep my hands to myself for eternity so long as I could still see her.
Before we watch the movie that she'd picked out, Rose pulls out a small cache of various pills. She explains, with no sign of hesitation, which pills do what for her. Again, her honesty enthralls me. I speculate how different (if at all) Rose would be without her magic medicine.
During the cinematic adventure, my eyes stray from the television and glaze over her small frame. I notice a tattoo placed on the left side of her slender shoulders. Naturally, I inquire about it. Rose obliges me by sharing the story of how the green ink came to be injected. I'm fascinated. Of course, I want to know more about her. I'd like to be let in on what happened with her last relationship. How any guy could give up this sliver of heaven is beyond anything I can comprehend. She falls asleep. I wish I could see what she's dreaming about. I also wish that Rose would have more questions for me. Man, this girl's awesome!
Day 3
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A picturesque Saturday makes for a great day to make plans with my newfound attraction, Rose. We both bring our dogs to a local park for a stroll around the lake. Both my boxer (Ryu) and her retriever (Lucy) are on their best behavior, thankfully. It's only until roughly halfway around our lakeside loop that Lucy starts acting up. She's making odd noises, whimpering and growling almost simultaneously. Rose's poor pet must have a touch of stomach flu because shit's being sprayed everywhere. Literally. It's one of the foulest things I've ever seen but before I can even gag or make a terrible comment, I grab hold of my senses. I certainly wouldn't want to feel embarrassed in this situation, so I push aside the abuse and try to be as compassionate as I can. You can't help it when your dog has an upset stomach, right? Rose keeps her composure well and apologizes to me. I tell her there's nothing to be sorry for and that maybe we should take Lucy home. Ryu's looking like he's ready to go inside for a nap, anyway. She then proceeds to bend down to her dog (who has since stopped shooting projectile fecal matter) and tell her that everything will be okay. Lucy welcomes the sympathy and licks at her master's face. Rose returns the favor and sticks out her own tongue at which Lucy laps hungrily. What?! I remind myself not to go in for a first kiss anytime soon.
With Lucy being given some medication to ensure that there's no more anal leakage in Rose's spare room, I decide to wait on her couch. Ryu follows suit, but knows better than to jump up on a stranger's furniture. Instead, he takes to lying at my feet. In the daytime, her apartment looks different. I spy several pictures on the walls as well as some resting on her cabinet that holds the television. I slowly stand up, careful not to rouse my now-sleeping pooch. Upon closer examination, I find that most of the pictures contain her and one other guy. Rose has two brothers and if I remember correctly, she told me that she's pretty close with both of them. I'm a little startled when I feel a pair of hands grasping at my sides but the wave of panic subsides when Rose's sweet voice just outside my ear asks me what I'm doing. I try to maintain a coolness in my voice when I ask who the gentleman is in the picture that she's embraced with on the beach while wearing a skimpy bikini. What crashes into my ears next sends me reeling. Rose quickly retracts her statement, adding the comforting 'ex' prefix. It does little to calm my nerves.
Remembering the make-out session she had with her retriever not more than half an hour ago, I give Rose another hug, thank her for the company and hospitality, and take Ryu back to my car. I tell myself that she's very pretty and a little bit weird. But that's fine. Normal people bother me a lot more than those dubbed strange.
Day 4
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The dream girl from my nightmares and I make dinner plans a week after the dog walking extravaganza. I'm not comfortable with dressing up but it's what the dinner calls for and I figure that every once in awhile, it's good to step out of one's shell and experience something different. The wait for a table at the trendy little Italian place that she chose is close to an hour. I made no attempt to suggest another venue. She told me it'd be worth the wait before we even left our residences so I didn't have much of a choice. While sitting on a bench to wait for our table for two to be called, I tried making some small talk. Neither asking Rose what was good at the restaurant nor inquiring as to how her day went lead to anything resembling a conversation. She is as distant as ever but I respect that. I'm not always in the mood to talk, either.
She orders a bottle of wine. I don't even pretend to know what kind it is or the difference between them. This doesn't seem to bother her, though. Even though I don't drink wine, I pour both of us a glass out of politeness. After a few minutes of scanning the menu, Rose raises her glass to her lips. For a brief moment, her eyes reflected in the glass and I was once again transported to a sublime plane where everything about this girl is perfection personified. The moment is fleeting, though, broken up by fermented grape juice shooting from the other side of the table. As I return from my happy place, still in a state of tranquility, I look at her with soft eyes. Her face builds the color of magma. At first, I think it's sheer embarrassment. I'd feel pretty stupid if I just doused my date with wine. It's then that I'm drawn back to one of my favorite things about Rose - her eyes. These blue eyes are not the look of awkwardness or humiliation, but of pure rage. For the first time in a long while, I fear for my well-being. In the kind of a voice that sends a chill down your spine, Rose belts out "THIS IS NOT THE WINE I ORDERED!" By this time, several concerned staff members are making their way to our table.
Sure enough, they'd botched the order. It happens, I thought to myself. Everyone makes mistakes. As I tried to think of a tactful approach to imparting my previous thought to Rose, she derailed my train of thought with her grumbling. Expletives under her breath in a string that would make my brother, the sailor blush a little. Before I could fix the situation, the part of me that's normally dormant and keeps to itself inside my head gets in a free shot. "Maybe you should take a pill or something, dear," I say as a small grin escapes from the right corner of my mouth.
Her eyes lose the fury of hell in a nanosecond. I shouldn't even be watching her do this but I can't help it. The animosity is replaced by a different emotion. I could swear I see permafrost growing in the back of her eyelids. Her glare shatters my soul and I bet that at this moment in time, all of the blood in Rose's body is cool to the touch. The look pierces so terrifically that my entire body slinks down and I'm forced to look away. She holds the gaze for several more seconds, each of what I'd swear was it's own eternity. It finally subsides when I sputter out a barely-audible apology. We eat our dinner in complete silence. I never touch my glass of wine.
Day 5
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I bring a bouquet of flowers to our next date, making certain not to include the flower that shares the same name as she. I've been told it's too soon for roses, anyway. She thanks me as I hand her the flowers and sets them on her table. The voice in my head tells me that I should ask her why she's not going to put them in water right now but then I'm reminded of what happened the last time I let that voice speak. The flowers look great lying on the table.
Rose opened her purse to take her daily pharmaceutical requirements. I turn away to avoid what I assume is going to be a smaller version of the glare I received the last time, just in case. She makes no comments, thankfully.
I wait for Rose to strike up some kind of a conversation but it doesn't happen. Many of my endeavors are shot down with single sentences. I feel frustrated. It seems like Rose isn't trying at all. She's turned her back to me and is rubbing her mutt's stomach. I ask her what's wrong and she shrugs her shoulders, telling me that nothing's wrong. I implore her to turn around for the sake of making eye contact when conversing but she informs me that she can hear me just fine. I notice a scar on the back of her left leg that runs from her patella down to her shin. I want to ask her about it but I let my mind convince me of the explanation. It was probably a sword fight with her [ex] boyfriend. He's most likely dead now.
Finally, her dog gets up for a drink of water and Rose turns her attention back to me. Her hair extends into her mouth and the tangled ends of said follicles protrude from the other side of her cracked lips. She asks me what I'd like to do, taking no time to remove the light brunette strands from her cock garage. I pause, take a deep breath and watch her roll her eyes.
"Nothing. Fucking nothing."
Rose is a bitch.
User Reviews
Submitted by fluff (user info) at 2006-08-23 18:23:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Yes truth. next time you think before you rate fat fuck tony pisser.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-08-22 06:52:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The use of "cock garage" was unneccesary but other than that I thought this was a fine post.
Submitted by WingedFoote (user info) at 2006-08-22 00:34:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
"Everything about this female is fantastic."
quite strange, a bit disjointed, and some strange word choices. better than anything I've written here, though...
Submitted by bluemami (user info) at 2006-08-21 19:43:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i cast my vote for rose!
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-08-21 19:07:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2006-08-21 16:20:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WAAAAAAAAARGHLE
Submitted by ubetidid (user info) at 2006-08-21 15:11:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
ROSE the JAP!
Submitted by livEvil (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:58:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
not bad. i'm still killing brain cells trying to figure out why there was a 4th or even 5th date.
you need to learn when to pull the plug.
Submitted by gamma (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:48:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That there be one crazy ass bitch.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:18:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by alwayspeach1 (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:14:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I don't know.
Good, but I was waiting for more.
More of what, I don't know.
Submitted by Maltese (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:13:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm speechless. Wow, dude... just... wow.
Submitted by ballsonurchin (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:10:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
fuck her doggy style and shit on her parents bed.
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:09:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oops.
Gratuitous +2 for j00.
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:08:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:02:53 (#)
Ranking: 2
WTF, I'm not reading all that.
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translation:
WTFINRAT
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:07:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:02:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WTF, I'm not reading all that.
Submitted by BobLobla (user info) at 2006-08-21 14:00:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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