jueves, 25 de enero de 2007

It's not who you love. It's how

Bob: So there’s me an Amy, and we’re all inseparable, right? Just big time in love. And then about four months in,I ask about the ex-boyfriend. Dumb move, I know, but you know how it is -you don’t really want to know, but you just have to... stupid guy bullshit. Anyway she starts telling me all about him - how they dated for years, lived together, her mother likes me better,blah, blah, blah - and I’m okay. But then she tells me that a couple times,he brought other people to bed with them - menage a trois, I believe it’s called. Now this just blows my mind.I mean, I’m not used to that sort of thing, right? I was raised Catholic.

So I get weirded out, and just start blasting her, right? This is the only way I can deal with it - by calling her a slut, and telling her that she was used - I mean, I’m out for blood I want to hurt her - because I don’tknow how to deal with what I’m feeling. And I’m like "What the fuck is wrong with you?" and she’s telling me that it was that time, in that place, and she didn’t do anything wrong, so she’s not gonna apologize. So I tell her it’s over, and I walk.

Jay : Fucking A

Bob: No, idiot. It was a mistake. I wasn't disgusted with her, I was afraid. At that moment, I felt small - like-like I'd lacked experience, like I'd never be on her level, like I'd never be enough for her or something like that, you know what I'm saayin'? But, what I did not get, she didn't care. She wasn't looking for that guy anymore. She was - she was looking for me, for-for the Bob. But, uh, by the time I figure this all out, it was too late, man. She moved on, and all I had to show for it was some foolish pride, which then gave way to regret. She was the girl, I know that now. But, I pushed her away. So I've spent every day since then chasing Amy... So to speak.

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