solitaire (878 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 1.6 on 11 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by <lodnem.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2003-06-25 02:36:37 EDT
i'm sitting in a wooden chair in a stranger's house back in los angeles for a few short days. this place smells different than my home which has been rented to a nice couple and their dog to accomodate my spur of the moment travel plans.
several months ago i remember the phone rang carrying with it the voice of the beautiful and always missed. i soon went to her. showing up on her doorstep with only a few days notice must of been a shock and i will never forget the way i trembled before ringing the bell. there were so many stories behind the door and so many mixed emotions. i wondered why i was there and i couldn't believe i hadn't been sooner.
the ring was so loud. it prompted footsteps and childish laughter as the small curtain drawn over the window was brushed back to reveal her unmistakable eyes. i could see the tip of her nose and the raised cheeks indicating a smile before she paused to gather herself and open the door. i thought what all men would. has she changed? would she still find me attractive or would there be an awkward meeting at her steps that led me home on the next available flight?
the door handle turned and my face flushed red. i grew a goofy smile that took an eternity to slap into submission. her leg i saw first and it was as i remembered it, long, athletic, gorgeous. she hid the rest of herself behind the door and slowly moved into full view while singing the jeapardy theme song. i laughed, then thought to myself she must feel the same way about me, wondering how i had changed after so many years.
when i saw her in full view i froze. she looked more amazing than i could of ever retained in memory. the days she had spent on the coast had agreed with her and i realized i must of looked a mess seeing that my past had been filled with companies, meetings airplanes, hotels, buying, selling and playing the part of a fool. she saw that i was in a bit of a trance and took the opportunity to remind me of her sarcastic sense of humor offering "Oh my god! You got fat!"...I lifted my shirt and showed her the almost six pack I had been crunching for 9 hours the night before on the plane. She laughed, ran into my arms and we did not end the embrace until the next day.
for three weeks we were one. i saw an amazing country through the eyes of a brilliant artist, and i saw an incredible woman who i had loved for years alive with a passion that leaves most of us in our youth. there really aren't words to describe to you how perfect these days were but i can tell you that on one evening i spent several minutes staring at her shoulders and soaking her in as she spoke with friends at an art gallery and that those minutes could never leave me. a living, breathing dream.
it was in the fourth week that i remembered everything, and that everything came to her house in the form of two very particular parents. they did not approve of me then and they certainly do not approve of me now. in the past they had pinned me irresponsible, poor (they are billionaires) and incapable of providing their daughter with the luxuries they had been bestowing on her for years. this was the reason she was moved thousands of miles away and this is the reason we still remain nearly half a world apart.
i returned to los angeles a few nights ago after understanding that she, as i had been before i left, was too afraid to let go of posessions. her parents owned her from the beginning and the love she will know in the future will be soley in the form of a business arrangement.
saddened but unsurprised i found my way to a bar tonight where i exchanged pleasantries with several young ladies. this evening i find myself in the home of the one who had the largest breasts. i sit in her wooden chair as she takes a shower to wash the stench of drunken lonliness from her body and in a few moments i will close my eyes and dream that i am anywhere but here as we go through the motions and i casually forget to write down her phone number before running out the door and back to my hotel.
hope is not lost though. there is another ticket in my pocket and there are other loves to find, flames to rekindle and hearts to warm.
please forgive me for this hit and run. i'd like to catch up with those of you who i had so much fun reading and writing to in the past but right now time doesn't allow it. in another month or two i will return back to los angeles and find some days to do the simple things that bring me happiness but for now i've got a girl in a towel to undress and i need to jar my memory and remember her name in case there's a pop quiz!
happy memory making my friends,
~l
User Reviews
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2003-06-25 11:34:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wow.
Submitted by El_Guapo (user info) at 2003-06-25 10:14:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i hope things work out for the best dude.
Submitted by drink_DDT (user info) at 2003-06-25 09:59:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Leave when you want
Cause I know that someday I will too.
But I wont burn my bridges
And bee just another jaded fool.
Submitted by Manfre (user info) at 2003-06-25 09:54:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
My full name is Richard Jade Manfre Jr...
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2003-06-25 09:47:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good point Rick, I shouldn't make grand generalizations like that, but I'm afraid that I'm up against pretty much the same thing as Lodnem here. It's all water under the bridge now, but in the beginning Sam's family went so far as to have me investigated just to see what kind of girl their baby boy was involved with.
I could almost understand it if we had been on the verge of getting married, but this happened a month after we started dating, talk about a short leash. There's more but I will spare you all but I will one day get my hands on the Queen's jade collection and then I will feel a certain measure of vindication for it all. Ah my one weakness, I'm an absolute whore for jade.
Submitted by Manfre (user info) at 2003-06-25 09:35:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Rich people are assholes."
Loki that isnt completely so. My best friend is loaded (Im talking we deposited a 1.2 million cash in the bank once... I was tempted to run with it) and shes not a bitch... Shes actually really down to earth and fun. Shes not materialistic at all. She herself is actually VERY good with money and she personally doesnt have much. But she works and lives off of that. Granted her parent pay for her gas and her car but thats because theyre just like that...
She pays her own credit card bills and everything like that. If she asks for money she only asks for 20 bucks here and there. Not all rich people are dicks... But more than half are assholes...
Submitted by Manfre (user info) at 2003-06-25 09:32:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
BASTARD!!! Almost made me cry at work...
I hope all goes well...
Submitted by d3rtypaws <dirtypaws.at.springmail.com> at 2003-06-25 09:31:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Sounds a bit like my life although tragically penned better then I could have ever imagined.
>^,,^<
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2003-06-25 09:30:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn Lodnem, I was pulling for this to work out. Rich people are assholes. I have my own issues there.
Submitted by hidden101 (user info) at 2003-06-25 09:18:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
lodnem... that was beautiful. it's good to hear from you. sorry it didn't work out for you. you seemed really hopeful when you left Übersite the last time. let us know what's going on from time to time. we miss your highly entertaining posts.
Submitted by blujnbbyqn (user info) at 2003-06-25 04:06:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow, all I can say is wow. Tragic love story in full. A fragment of life well penned. I, ever the romantic was hoping for the "and they lived happily ever after' ending. Your story is poignant and rings sadly true.
Welcome back
Michelle