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Lust in Translation.
I dated Andres from Torino, Italy out of boredom. He was cute enough, spoke very little English, and expected nothing of me. Really, according to my friend Tina, the perfect man, "...calm and dumb."His three most outstanding traits both attracted and repulsed me; vacuum sealed jeans, overt public displays of fornication, and the ability to say the wrong thing.
The first time I took him home he became very excited. I walked over to see what had piqued his interest. Andres was standing over a framed photograph of my sister. Pointing at it he said, "She Read more
So far, just my six-word memoir...
My six-word memoir on this subject: "Eleven months; still want you back."I could elaborate, and maybe sometime I will.
Ayda
The last time Ayda cried, she was in my arms, but why should we seperate only because I was selfish, Let me change, I promise.Why? ...
How can they still occupy your mind after three years? Why does he float into your head when you have been going out with her the past 2 1/2 years? Don't you even wonder if he was the reason you distrust men so much that you are date women now? And why, if he's dating someone and you're dating someone (and he knows that!), does he still call you one day, out of the blue, to confess that he really did love you and what he had said that day three years ago was a lie? And how do you Read moreBeing the ex isn't so bad.
ON BEING THE 'EX'by Amanda Joann Smith
Being the ex isn't always depressing. It's actually kind of nice sometimes.
My ex is that person I used to be, the Amanda who existed before attending college, signing for home loans, birthing two kids. Like many exes, mine is someone I both love and hate. She was imperfect, immature, had an enviable amount of non-responsibility, and she was a lot thinner. God, I miss her sometimes! Especially when I'm awakened by my two-year-old, screeching from the bathroom, "Mommy, can you wipe my butt?!" Yeah, he makes me Read more
Being the ex isn't so bad.
ON BEING THE 'EX'by Amanda Joann Smith
Being the ex isn't always depressing. It's actually kind of nice sometimes.
My ex is that person I used to be, the Amanda who existed before attending college, signing for home loans, birthing two kids. Like many exes, mine is someone I both love and hate. She was imperfect, immature, had an enviable amount of non-responsibility, and she was a lot thinner. God, I miss her sometimes! Especially when I'm awakened by my two-year-old, screeching from the bathroom, "Mommy, can you wipe my butt?!" Yeah, he makes me Read more
Seeing the Light
It took eight months of pleading, to get back my things. A couple of my friends went to her apartment, and waited in the open doorway. Her towering bulk blocked the light as she shouldered down the narrow hallway, kicking aside cardboard boxes and piles of dirty clothes, hauling my lampshade, sleeping bag, and shopping bags of personal items. Like children seeing their father undressed for the first time, my friends stared at her boxers, mesmerized by their nostalgic duck-hunting motif. “Where’s Lynn?†my Ex asked, in her steely way, and they jerked their Read moreMy Ex Never Felt
My ex never felt what I felt. She never drove by my house to see if there was a light on. She never called me because she saw a star. She never took the time to watch me change with the seasons, and stay the same like the wooden bench in the park.She didnt cry when she let me go, she didnt cry when I walked away.
She wouldnt cry if she read this.
But she wont read this.
The Color of Change
The first time I woke up next to a woman was in a hotel bed. It was dawn, faint light eking in along the edges of the thick hotel curtains. She was asleep, her body on the edge of illumination. The previous morning, like all the times in my life I had slept with a lover, dawn revealed a man next to me. Now here lay a woman, fleshy arm, shadowy dimples on her thigh, press of breast against the pillow. This contrast was made stronger by the memory, the visceral echo, of my boyfriend’s Read more Support SMITH!
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