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- From: pmarlowe@noncomf.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (philip marlowe)
- Newsgroups: alt.angst
- Subject: Oh, fuck it.
- Message-ID: <iqJswB2w165w@noncomf.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca>
- Date: Sun, 03 Jan 93 02:52:41 EST
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- Organization: darkpark
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- Didn't at all want to post here, blah, blah, blah. Didn't want to whine
- over problems that I'm not really sure ARE problems, didn't want to air
- my dirty laundry, blah, blah, blah. Fuck.
-
- Met a girl just over one year ago exactly (New Year's 91/92); a friend's
- girlfriend. Hit it off, stayed sexually charged but platonic friends from
- then until now...damn straight I was attracted to her, but hell. I'm an
- emotional realist, will NEVER allow myself to pine over the Unattainable.
- We got together periodically, I enjoyed every moment of it. End of story?
- Wrong.
- She came over to the apartment I share with friends for a
- mini-sortof-kindof party the day before I was to return home for
- Christmas. We've always been physical, and I was pissed, so wasn't at all
- surprised when she draped herself over me as everyone watched a video
- movie near the evening's end. Gradually, though, playfullness turned to
- touchy-feely turned to some pretty heavy shit, not at all harmed by my
- inhibition reduction. Everyone went to bed except the two of us.
-
- A bit of backstory: Her old boyfriend is a friend of mine and one of my
- roomates. He's leaving for Seattle for four months in the next week or
- so. Both of them come from a small (small, small) town that's about an
- hour-and-a-half's drive from where I go to school. Being the
- gossip-monger I am, I listed with interest to my friend's stories of
- their dissolving relationship.
-
- Back to the present. We didn't have sex, but only because (a) the third
- party was just down the hall, and the girl claims to be noisy, and (b)
- neither of us were protected anyway (free love, huh?). Physical
- almost-sex continued, and bodily fluids and sentiments were exchanged,
- and I found out thatmy own perceptions of her ("man, it'd be nice, but
- I'm not going to smash my head against a wall") summed up hers too. All
- of the past aspects of our friendship changed to me in a new, obvious
- light which I must have been dunderheaded beyond belief not to see
- before. Life was good, and all of the birds were chirping.
-
- Awww, pity poor Marlowe, huh? What a terrible life.
- Not an unjustified reaction, but here's where the complications set in.
-
- I went home for Christmas for a week, and MOPED. Not a happy holiday.
- Why? You know I'm going to tell you. I'm a poor fucking student without a
- car. Ditto for her. Train service to the small town in which she lives is
- roundabout and pretty much non-existant. I could call her (and I did),
- but the roomate/ex-boyfriend did this previously, and built up a phone
- bill of unimaginable size. Besides, that's a poor substitute for the real
- thing, especially considering the fact that whatever the hell it is that
- we have is NOT YET ESTABLISHED.
- Remember (if you're actually reading this) that I'm an emotional
- realist? Stressful as all hell, because I'm trying to grapple with and
- understand half-born proto-feelings that can find only imperfect,
- infrequent expression. Feel like I'm...shit, I don't know WHAT it feels
- like, but it feels bad. Apparently, the female half of the equation is
- similar; our conversations are enjoyable, too damn long ($$$), but
- seething with that kind of undercurrent.
-
- Incidentally, ex-boyfriend/now mutual friend is back in his home town
- until he leaves; he knows what's happening on a skeletal level, but both
- the girl and myself consider it imprudent and needlessly mean to
- flaunt...this...before him. That's why the complex pain-in-the-ass plan
- we have for getting together again has to wait for his departure.
-
- And that's the bottom line. We CAN and WILL get together, but that isn't
- enough. Maybe the ulcer that's spearheading the emotional assault I'm
- experiencing (aww, poor baby) will leave me alone once some sort of
- stability is achieved after a reunion weekend. I certainly hope so. In
- any event, no matter how frequently we do commute, it won't be as simple
- as crossing the street. There's probably some solution, but I'm damned if
- I know what it is.
-
- Jesus, that was long. Longer than I wanted it to be. As I said before,
- my "problem" probably don't seem like one to the teeming, lonely millions
- who may read this, but that doesn't make it less of one for me. Do I want
- advice? Aid? Someone to pat me on the back, making "there, there" noises
- to make me feel all better? Who the fuck knows. Maybe I'm just jerking
- off by posting this diatribe here, but what the hell...pent up angst,
- like lust, has to be dischared.
- Even if one has to masturbate to do it.
-
- marlowe
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