Saturday, June 22, 2013

Seven (a guest post by Anonymous)

I met a girl once. We got together casually a few times. I liked her very much for a few hours.

Seven I think.

Then something changed. She came to my house for dinner. We had some food and some wine. I listened attentively as she bemoaned the alcoholism of her ex-husband while quickly refilling my glass to the brim whenever I took a sip.

More happened.

I thought about how amoebas surround and engulf their prey and dissolve them into nothingness.


                    (Actual date footage)

I became desperate for her to leave.

Later, I called her to say I couldn’t do this.

She wanted to be friends.

I wanted to let things settle for a few days.

She began cyberstalking me.

I emailed her and told her I couldn’t be friends.

Then she let loose a barrage of increasingly mean emails.

Seven I think.

Later, a friend advised me that she was trying to provoke a reaction from me. I had indeed reacted, and had set up my email to divert her assaults to trash.



Anyway, a few months have passed.

Seven I think.

I miss her.

I fear I missed the chance of a lifetime entanglement of pathologies that would make the rest of my life look great in comparison.


3 comments:

  1. Actual true story, you guys.

    (If you wanna guest post LMK!)

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  2. Sounds like you'd have been better off if you just broke a mirror and taken a few years of bad luck.
    Seven, I think...

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  3. Ouch... Sounds like most of my relationships.

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