Thursday, August 11, 2005
stupid fiction thursday - it's not you, it's me
"Hey," you say to her, "can I borrow twenty dollars?"
She starts to rummage in her pocket. The motion causes her boobs to jiggle slightly in her sheer white bra. It's the one from Target. The one you like. You're mesmerized for a moment. Finally she presents you with a ten and two ones, "Here, it's all I have on me."
"Thanks," you say, "Thanks a lot."
"Now what did you want to talk to me about?" she ask.
"Yeah... listen... things aren't... things aren't really working out..." you begin.
"Okay, where's my shirt?" she ask as she starts to move away from you.
"No, no... listen. It's... it's not you. It's totally me. I just... I just don't think I'm ready. You know? I have... I just have so much stuff going on inside of me right now. But you... you're great. You know? You're really something. I just don't think I need to be in something right now. I don't feel like it's fair to you."
"Seriously, where's my shirt?" she ask as she pushes you away.
"I still want to see you," you say.
"What?" she ask.
"You know... I'd still like to see you. If you want. You know, still spend time together. Still... you know..."
"Unbelievable..." she mutters as she pulls her shirt over her head and starts for the door.
"It's because I love you." you say. She stops in her tracks. "I love you and I know that it's not fair to you for me to only be in this half way. But... but I really think with a little time I could totally be there. I just need... I just need to see what else is out there. Prove to myself that there's nobody as good as you. You know? And that's why I'd still like to see you some. Just so I don't forget what it is that I know I want one day."
She looks hard at you for a long minute. Somebody has hit the pause button on the world. Slowly, a reluctant smile cracks her lips and her shirt comes back off. Jackpot!
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She starts to rummage in her pocket. The motion causes her boobs to jiggle slightly in her sheer white bra. It's the one from Target. The one you like. You're mesmerized for a moment. Finally she presents you with a ten and two ones, "Here, it's all I have on me."
"Thanks," you say, "Thanks a lot."
"Now what did you want to talk to me about?" she ask.
"Yeah... listen... things aren't... things aren't really working out..." you begin.
"Okay, where's my shirt?" she ask as she starts to move away from you.
"No, no... listen. It's... it's not you. It's totally me. I just... I just don't think I'm ready. You know? I have... I just have so much stuff going on inside of me right now. But you... you're great. You know? You're really something. I just don't think I need to be in something right now. I don't feel like it's fair to you."
"Seriously, where's my shirt?" she ask as she pushes you away.
"I still want to see you," you say.
"What?" she ask.
"You know... I'd still like to see you. If you want. You know, still spend time together. Still... you know..."
"Unbelievable..." she mutters as she pulls her shirt over her head and starts for the door.
"It's because I love you." you say. She stops in her tracks. "I love you and I know that it's not fair to you for me to only be in this half way. But... but I really think with a little time I could totally be there. I just need... I just need to see what else is out there. Prove to myself that there's nobody as good as you. You know? And that's why I'd still like to see you some. Just so I don't forget what it is that I know I want one day."
She looks hard at you for a long minute. Somebody has hit the pause button on the world. Slowly, a reluctant smile cracks her lips and her shirt comes back off. Jackpot!
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