I didn’t want you anyway
It’s so beautiful here tonight, I can’t believe I am sitting here alone.
Where the fuck are you?
Tonight was supposed to be special.
I was sure that tonight you were going to tell me you loved me, I could see the look in your eye, I could feel the slight tension in your leg as it rubbed against mine and it did that thing that it always does when you are nervous. I even saw you smile anxiously and I even heard your voice tremor slightly when you said it. I knew how this was going to go. I washed the sheets and even spritzed them with lavender linen spray.
I’ve been sitting here now for over two hours.
All of the cute little couples have stopped necking at the tables around me and have now gone home to continue their groping and mutual molestations of each other behind closed doors. I bet they think I’m pathetic. I wonder if they wonder what I was doing there alone. They better not feel sorry for me. I want them to feel happy for me.
I feel exhilarated; relieved. You just did me a huge fucking favor, buddy.
Because, I didn’t want you anyway.
Rivka Jacobs
A nice short-short story, that packs a lot of psychological insight. I got a LOT of irony out of this situation. It almost seems that this is going to continue in “part 2″ where he comes back to her in some way, with some excuse as to why he stood her up. Will she still say, “… I didn’t want you anyway….” ?
Very clear and well-written, Chrissa.
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