You are lying
Umm… huh!?!?
You are lying definitely lying, don’t kid me
I am going to slap you. Who the fuck would lie about this shit?
But what the fuck! how can this happen? I did not plan for this yet.
I did?
But…But we …I mean when did you…
Today, it has been 5 weeks at least…and since when do things are foolproof…there is always a chance of not working…
I don’t even know you that long.
That is a criterion?
Tapping of my fingers on the arm of the chair came to an abrupt stop as my hand was held in a firm grasp. He had fallen down on his knees with both his hands crushing my fingers. Though this was somewhat how I had expected a proposal, the shock was supposed to be on my face and words were definitely not supposed to be “not yet not yet not yet…” He stopped mid sentence. Got up even more abruptly, half-staggered, half- rushed out of the room. I sat there, I guess for ten or less minutes, resuming my tapping. Right above my chair was a painting of Madonna with cupid and I guess her children or just bunch of cupids as babies. I never understood that how a cupid is a baby and yet knows to pierce people with love arrows and encourage sex and reproduction. One smart and perverted baby! I failed to see innocence or a point in it. Was it a sign? Damn it! I was not supposed to do this. Sinner? My gaze went back to the open door wishing he had slammed it behind him when he left. Ah! I did not have time to wish for more. He appeared as if he just came from a spa. He must be a chameleon in some past life. He resumed the posture, grip very gentle this time and that pristine, reassuring, I would give up the world for you, smile back on his face. “Ok let’s start over. Very doable, relax and we’ll sort it out. I will worry and you shall do nothing but talk as usual.” The kiss on my forehead seemed to do the trick for now. I gazed at the painting once more; reproachfully now. I got a better deal than cupid Madonna. Quite smug, I found my comfort nook in his arms. Don’t worry he said….
Hello…helloo…you there…
Huh…umm yeah am here…what did you say?
I have my career…you do too…Besides, it is easily doable these days…I am just making sure you don’t right?
Umm No…I don’t.
He did not say ‘Don’t worry…’ Oh well, anything else? How are you? Cordiality at least?
I haven’t slept in 3 days
Yes I have though. Pain, stress and discomfort really do knock me out.
Apparently there is a guy form of PMS. Only they don’t get grumpy, just stupid with overly bad manners.
No one can say for sure why a guy would just stop calling... maybe he got bored, maybe he was after sex and got it or didn't get it, maybe he moved on to someone else and just dropped you, maybe he got really really sick and can't move out of bed.. .maybe he turned gay, maybe he forgot completely who you are when he saw a blonde... I could go on for a while... but I won't.
I was told by my ‘don’t worry’ guy once:
“You got duped, picked the wrong guy, suck it up, move on, "Next!" and so on and so on. World is a big place, and there are lots of us guys here - and not all of us are assholes. ... Although apparently there is a large population of undesirables out there..... You just have to pick through the mess, and find something worth your time.
Only answer I can give is "Because we are men" and leave it at that (Women have their own quirks too.... I could write a novel on that).”
Hello…there? Ok I will call you tonight, I have no work today. Ok bye. I am sorry, you take care.
Huh…oh right. I am sorry too for mentioning and for... umm Ok bye.
The trance was broken more times than she wanted and less than she longed for.
Oh well, that click was an end. I knew he would never call me again; at least his voice won’t seek mine.
She got up, shut the windows. Glancing over, the dog was peacefully lapping away the clinging crumbs in its trough. The pellets of water hitting the panes were finally not hitting her. She had done well today. Housed a stray and made a decision to evict a stranger who was borrowing parts of her that belonged to not just her, but him as well. The spaces in her mind were still cluttered yet a corner cleared. Slipping into the covers, waiting for the absconding fairy, she smiled, first time in last 72 hours.
I was fishing in a pool of piss.
