Those few days we spent together in Assen were golden. We were happy, the sex was amazing, and there was so much love between us. It was also symptomatic of our relationship - we got on really well for short periods of time, but then if it went on for much longer we'd start to get on each other's nerves. But there'll be moments there that I'll never forget - like the snow falling in Rotterdam as we went for a walk together, or eating a traditional new year's gigantic meatball cooked by her stoner flatmates. So of course I repay all this love and all this kindness with some more cheating. Again I reiterate that not only do I regret every single time I did it, but also that none were deserving or worthy of this blemish I placed upon my soul. I can't remember now who or how many there were, but there's at least a couple that.. damn, what in the hell was I thinking? The one I'll never ever be able to forget is a girl called... I'll call her Cris. Now, she was a friend of a friend of mine - who had already introduced me to another friend of hers some time before - curiously also called Cris, and the only thing I remember about that girl was her massive breasts, us making out once or twice, and then she ghosting the hell out of me. But eh, whatever - it was what it was. Now this other Cris - the second one - was a weird girl. Stick thin. Being very diplomatic, she was very, very unattractive, and she proved to be very annoying and highly innapropiate. And for some reason I will never fathom, she not only took a liking to me, she literally got obsessed with me. Now, I'm not someone to deny anyone my friendship, no. I always tend to believe that, first and foremost, when I meet someone or someone wanders into my life, it's friendship that's on the cards. But this girl wanted more. And I didn't - at least not from her. No matter how much I told her I was in a relationship, she was unrelenting. She legit thought she could sway me.
One day I was just talking to her - she'd taken a habit of visiting me me at work, and hanging around, and then spend my lunch hour with me - and she asked me if I had some sort of 'ideal woman' - and I didn't hesitate : I did, I still do, and that 'ideal woman' has here and there graced my life. So what is this or these characteristics that I find them to be paramount in a woman? It's a very small thing - but girls with bangs drive me crazy. Always did, always will. Now, I don't demand or expect whomever's in my life to comply to this quirk of mine, but as I said - sometimes I got lucky. So I tell her this, and what does she do? The following day she's coming up to me at work with a new hairdo - you guessed it, bangs - and if anything, she looked even more unattractive to me. So why did I eventually fuck her?
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