One very important thing I neglected to do right by Claudia was to properly say how beautiful she was - a natural red-head, whose fiery hair was well complimented by her cool green eyes, she was somewhat reminiscent of one of my then crushes, dutch singer Anneke van Giersbergen, who sang for the band The Gathering. I'd been into them since the mid-90s, and Anneke thoroughly captivated me back then. Claudia had a number of similarities to her, and she was a fan of the band as well - whose 2003 album was quite likely my favourite album of that year. So it would have been only natural that I would have felt lured by her siren charms. And if I'm honest... I hoped, I really did, that we could have something lasting... but alas, we did not.
After our first and only night of sex together, the following day I immediately noticed that something was wrong. We slept together, but she had to leave to go home and get ready for work. We kissed goodbye, I went back to bed - I wouldn't have to go to work for a few hours yet - and when I woke up a bit later, I texted her something along the lines of how special ournight together had been to me, and how I hoped we'd have many more, and usually whenever I texted her she'd reply within seconds - minutes, at the most. But she didn't reply - I thought it was weird, but hey, maybe she was busy. I got ready to go to work, sent her another text - nothing. Just before I started my shift, and because we worked in the same place, I asked someone who worked with her if they'd seen her, but I was told she didn't come in for work that day, though she was scheduled to. I immediately thought the worst - that something bad had happened to her, maybe that psycho ex of hers got up to some shit, or she'd been in some sort of accident. I frantically continued to call her all day, texting her every so often, but the hours passed and I got no reply. That reply, though, would come only a few days later - probably closer to a week later. All the while, I'd been feeling like shit, wondering to myself what horrible thing I'd done to her that marked me as deserving of such treatment. Had it been the hardcore sex and all the naughty talk involved? Maybe she was more prudish than she said she was. Could it have been that? No, of course not. What happened is that she had unfinished business with the ex, and her heart told her that the best for her was to go back to him, piece of shit though he was. And I understood that - it hurt, nonetheless - but I understood. Claudia didn't come back to work again, and I wouldn't know anything about her until some three years later. I don't think that relationship of hers with the ex lasted much longer, but whatever. The cylce had now well and truly begun for me.
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