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1/22/2008 3:03:05 AM
So I know I've been gone awhile. Two weeks to be exact. Which probably violates my contract with Hooksexup and most definitely violates the semi-pleasant reader/writer relationship that was so delicately established when I left. I've done a lot of hemmin' and hawin' about whether I was going to stick with this thing, reasons against being: that I'm not too sure I want to explore past or present relationships with a gang of (mostly) bloodthirsty commenters; that I'm in doubt about whether I can make my stories interesting or entertaining to you all; that I don't need any more distractions from my assload of schoolwork. In the end, all those reasons have lost out to: if I quit now I'll be kicking myself until at least Easter. This isn't all that hard, right?
Admittedly, my first posts were pretty lame. Bad sex, boring details. I was being kind of shy and lost about it all. I was coming off a long vacation and a hard semester and didn't want to attempt anything too much like work. But now I'm back in school and my spirits have been lifted. Now college is the work and Hooksexup is the play.
Also, I have a plan. I'm going to alternate between my former girlfriend and my present situation. I'll make it easy by tagging each post as either "Present" or "Past." Each will follow a separate plotline that will hopefully lead (someday) to an enlightened conclusion. I really can do this, and do it well. Maybe I needed to rev my engines first; I hope you won't judge me too harshly for the false start. Do-over, starting now.
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Girl to which I regret my attraction 4
12/28/2007 5:04:23 AM
We were standing
on
top
of a tall concrete parking garage,
midnight or later all
hanging out over the city.
I said,
Romantic, eh?
really meaning it,
and she laughed and said,
Very,
not.
I pulled her
from behind and she
giggled again.
I said,
It’s late,
I thought,
Come on.
And dove my
fingers in
to her ass,
big like your mother's
might be,
bagged in sweatpants.
Then to hold
her breats,
small,
but not lovably so,
deflated.
Hair like
what you might dredge
from the Hudson.
Turned her around
for an eyeful
thought better
that nose
those teeth
turned her back
went blind
felt no shame
while it lasted.
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