Two weeks after I narrowly averted some
exactly-what-I-thought-I-wanted and I was still not working up the
courage to tell my new girlfriend that I didn't think it was going to
work out. I had agonized about it and tried to keep it as un-touchy
as possible as I thought of a way to let her down easy. She, however
was interested in taking it to the next few levels all at once. This
was a mess and I was too much of a coward to call it off. She chased
me down in the hall more excited than boded well for a quick and easy
breakup. She side hugged me and kissed me on the ear and asked if I
wanted to come over to her house that night. I mumbled, equivocated,
but because she was most insistent and awfully persuasive I agreed. I
got showed, dressed and made up my mind that I was going to tell her
that we would be better off as friends. When I pulled up to her house
I got a little worried because there were no cars in the driveway and
no lights on in the house. No one but one very eager girl was home
all alone and waiting for me. Flip. I went up to the door and rang
and she didn't come for a little too long so I started to think I was
maybe getting stood up. No such luck. She opened the door and threw
herself on me wrapped me up in a firm head hug and kissed me in the
French style. Flip-dang. We went inside and she lead me back through
the dark house to her bedroom to show me some stuff. She had some
posters and books and a stereo which was cued up on a mix tape. She
turned off the lights except for the glow of the stereo display. She
pressed play and gathered me up for a private slow dance. As we
swayed in a slow-hug dance she informed me that the song that was
playing was our song. Oh, no. This was definitely not heading toward
a nice, clean, mutually amicable dissolution of our tacit “going
out” contract. This was my last chance to try and end this like a
rational mature person and true to form I did not do that. I did
finish the song and then as she tried to move the party onto her bed
for what I would assume was the make-out portion of the mix tape I
suddenly needed a drink. Then things got worse.
