Astro Girl Aftermath
May 11th 2008 05:47
It was like I had been hit by a bolt of lightening.
While I was having continued and repetitive troubles with short hair girl, astro girl was having more intense difficulties. The Fat Islander now hated her and was claiming that she had completely ruined their relationship. She told him that nothing had happened and he was completely overreacting, as I had done. It was just a fun weekend out with a friend. Which was true, but she denied the sex which made her a liar.
She grovelled all week and the more he berated her and treated her like shit, the more she was convinced that she had to be with him. I suppose a similar thing was happening with me, however I was just being ignored while she was involved with intense nightly arguments where they fired viscous barbs dripping with spite at each other.
I caught up with astro girl for a drink and to whinge about what a mess we’d made of things, and how we shouldn’t be in so much trouble because we weren’t admitting to having done anything wrong. Don’t worry, I’m well aware of how stuffed up this sounds.
Then we got drunk and had hours more of sensational sex. Afterwards everything felt fine. When I woke up for work the next day it still felt fine, because although my life was completely stuffed I was still getting laid. I thought astro girl felt the same until I got some hysterical emails later in the day. She was panicking about her wreck of a relationship, which I didn’t understand, but was in no place to judge because I was the cause of some of her current problems.
We both resolved not to sleep together again and to devote ourselves, the terrible people that we were, to making our relationships work. We discussed that it might be only because we couldn’t deal with the fact that other people were rejecting us that we were trying so hard, but came to the conclusion that we really did love these people. It was like that clichéd bolt of lightning from the pool had hit home. Us being together was the last mistake which had resolved us to being much better people.
After work that night, walking home alone with no girl to see, I tried to ringing a few friends. They were all busy, most of them tucked up at home with their girlfriends. Other people were just too tired and then there were plenty of numbers of girls in my phone that I knew it would be wrong to call.
Then I ran into the 19-year-old cross-eyed stripper ice addict and I thought that maybe I had been a bit harsh on her. We had a quick chat and I asked if I could buy her a beer. I didn’t want to sleep with her, I just wanted to hang out with someone. For once in my life, it was all quite innocent.
She looked at me like I was something she had stepped in, declined by spitting out the words ‘fuck off’ and kept walking. She made me feel like something she had stepped in and I went home to watch films, spending the rest of the night staring at my phone waiting for anybody to call. Nobody did.
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