I didn't expect it.
I was just sitting in the car, minding my own business, for heaven's sake. I was being loud like normal and trying to rambunctious the spit out of my seat mate, if rambunctious can be used as a verb. Anyway, I was making a pretty good run at it, if it can't. I said something about a show she liked, and she sat up and turned around and faced me and
well
under her sunglasses I noticed her nose that was just on the far side of too big and angular and right beneath that were two lips just pink and there and I thought about kissing her for a second and then I thought about kissing her for two seconds and then my mind went blank and I looked away.
What? I didn't expect it.
I've never wanted to kiss somebody who didn't also want to kiss me before.
But for some reason, I wanted to see if I could write a book about us and how we woke up in the morning and some days I made pancakes and some days she made eggs. We talked about the future but never lived it, and when she came home from work, I was always in the doorway with a smile and a hug. We were never sad but rarely happy and we had a terrific love life.
I wanted to pull her lip into my lips and bite it a bit, and then with that kiss the future would just kind of happen and of course only God knows what comes next, but. However and yet. Nevertheless.
I didn't expect it, and when it happened it blindsided me.
So we just kept talking about her favorite tv show until she went back to sleep.
Sometimes I am a coward.
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Most of this is fiction! Part of it is true! It's up to you to figure out which is fact, and which is fiction! (Hint: Pancakes are true)
ReplyDeleteBlindsided! Good word.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, Robby.
Don't you dare be a coward, though.
This may be my favorite thing I've written in a long time.
ReplyDeleteWhy?
ReplyDeleteIt's just good, is all. I don't know WHY. The writing just strikes me.
ReplyDeleteFair enough. I wasn't sure whether it was the writing or the topic.
ReplyDeleteI really do like this. Fiction or not, I can definately relate to this. It's a bizarre feeling, and not quite as intense as what this depicts, but sometimes stuff like that is interesting to think about. But yes, I like this. As for what is fact and what is fiction....I don't know, you don't seem like the type to enjoy biting, but then again, that could just be a well hidden secret :P I don't know what's true or not, but I wouldn't be surprised by an 85% truth ratio.
ReplyDeleteHOLY CRAP IT IS NOT THAT WEIRD, GUYS
ReplyDeleteYes, Robby. You are the best at judging "weird."
ReplyDelete:-P
No, seriously, I liked it, too. Sort of.
Explain the "sort of" if you will.
ReplyDeleteI really want to add a comma.
ReplyDeleteDo you really need me to explain the "sort of"? I'll just accept that you might. I don't like the "never sad but rarely happy" and the talking about the future without living it. I don't like that it's one-sided. I don't like what it represents.
Yet at the same time, I do. I'm torn. Explaining how and why I am torn is like trying to explain why I'm born with two eyes and only one nose.
I've just realized how long it's been since I have read your blog. I have a bit of catching up to do.
ReplyDeleteBut I wanted to say that I like the things you have been writing recently. You capture moments fantastically.
Also, unlike everyone at Writer's club, I like the biting here--because it's real.