It was around 4 in the morning when I decided to visit my girlfriend who worked at the local donut shop. The parking lot was empty, save for someone who had erroneously occupied the handicap spot.
Through the large glass pane front of "Big O Donuts" I spied her, passionately kissing some gentleman with shoulder-length red hair. By the time I crossed the doorway into the store I had been unnoticed, and they had resumed talking. I was certain that she an I were unsalvageable, but felt a need for closure, a very confrontational form of closure.
"Who is this?" I asked skipping pleasantries. "This is Kevin Um..." I interrupted "That you're making out with behind my back?" She sighed. Pipeing hot cat vomit spoke up, "I'm new, and you're the remembered, see ya." "Kevin, that's what I call the dirty stinking ape approach, where you smear feces in the face of your opponent. Now shutup." He looked mildly amused by that and gave in to my request.
"How long has this been going on?" I asked her, knowing she would most certainly calculate a lie. Her thinking, while typically cold and to the point, would allow her in this situation to lie with a statement such as, "He just came into town tonight from West Virginia." She would rationalize that it wasn't important to offend me more than necessary, leading me to think this could have been going on for quite sometime. A grey uncertainty stretched back, tainting all my memories of her. "He just came in from out of town." "I don't buy it, and I need the truth." Without that my self-respect altimeter couldn't reach the necessary low to kick in self-evaluation, and repair programs.
She only looked at me. I turned and excused myself from the donut shop. Her name wasn't.
Chuck - 3/07/2005 09:30:00 PM
This was a dream BTW.
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