are you sexually adventurous?
“are you sexually adventurous? i only date girls that are sexually adventurous”
I was fronting, really. I was trying to fear-of-loss this girl. I would have never said that in real life. But this was the Internet. I can pretend to be cool on the Internet.
“are you kidding? schoolies was like one big fuck fest. i had sex with like 5 guys in a day!”
“hey… i said sexually adventurous, not sexually retarded”
“hahaha”
Actually, I was kind of disgusted. I got the image of several guys running her though. At the surf club, in the toilets, back at the hotel, on the beach after midnight.
But I guess I didn’t think about it too much because she was hot . Or maybe I started thinking like the cool guy I was posing as.
“u should come out to cessnock on saturday night we’re going to the labor”
“how the hell would i get home?”
“i don’t know lol”
I thought “Hm… interesting. Maybe she wants to have sex with me.”
“if you get really desperate you can sleep in the gutter lol”
“ha. anyway i can’t on saturday i’ve made plans with my friend hawk”
The next week she came onto the net and messaged me.
“hi”
“hey pumkin what’s up”
“nm just chillin at a friend’s place. im in east maitland”
That’s just over the other side of town.
“really? you should come over”
“nah… i don’t know. it’s cold and windy outside”
“don’t be a baby. come over. go grab your coat and mittens and i’ll meet you at the station in halfers”
“no it’s cold!”
“well i’ll come there then”
“no you can’t it’s my friend’s place and he’s not here it wouldn’t be right”
“yeah i guess… maybe another day”
“well… okay i’ll come let me get my coat”
That was easier than I thought.
I met her at the station. It’s funny meeting girls off the net sometimes. My eyes would dart all over the place looking at girls with the wrong colour hair and the wrong body shape, thinking “I wonder if that’s her”. And sometimes it was. Later, it’d be the same after meeting a girl in the club briefly, or under the influence. The difference between blonde and strawberry blonde in eccenuated in sunlight.
But when I saw Celine, I knew it was her.
“Hey!” she said. She can use proper punctuation in real life.
“Hi,” I said. What a smoothie.
Hawk happened to be driving around the station roundabout as we crossed the street. He honked at us and texted me asking “who was that hottie i saw you with?”
I took her back to my place. I tried to kiss her two or three times. I picked up my guitar and started playinig some songs for her. I said “This is a song that I play to all the girls to show them how I feel about them.” I played “It Ain’t Me Babe”, and put her name into the song. Then she said she had to go, and left.
The next time I spoke to her online, she said she was bored. I said she should come over. She said “thanks but I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.”
Then the next time she told me her sister was getting married to her boyfriend of two years, and mentioned that she’d been with her boyfriend for six months.
“Hm…” I thought.
I wondered how many guys thought that she was a sweet innocent girl, including her boyfriend. I wondered who she’d left behind while 7 guys were plowing the pitch at schoolies. If I’d have been a little cooler, she would have cheated on her boyfriend with me, without telling me.
At time of writing, she’s 8 months pregnant… It’s a boy.
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Comments (2)
haha u played guitar for her… that’s kind of lame, like who the hell would do that?.
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naaah.. i played guitar for myself. she just happened to be there. you don’t know the song, do you casanova
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