Writing last post’s diatribe really fucked up my head last night, so obviously, my brain, to get even, provided me with another one of it’s original, highly fucked up short films.
I’ll call this one:
"Now That’s Loyalty"
I was in some sort of gas station or car-related business, and this really cute, gorgeous guy came and attended me. He was a slender, dark-haired guy with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, and even though the rest of the dream is all hazy, I can still remember the way he talked and his gorgeous grin. Where have I seen this guy before and how come my brain was able to produce such a fine specimen of the male human species?
Maybe he was a mixture of several things I find sexy in a guy. I don’t know, but damn, I was truly impressed.
I have no idea what he was talking to me about, I just remember that he worked in that gas station thing, and he was saying something about his services. In my mind, I was going: "There is no possible way in hell that this guy is queer. The straight ones are always the cute ones. Goddamnit. I bet he’s married. Fuck! he’s fine…"
As I was leaving he comes over and he hands me a piece of paper, with his name and phone number, and in a very shy, clumsy manner, he tells me that he wants to go out and get to know me. I was like "Bitch, it seems christmas came early this year! Go shorty, it’s your birthday! Uh! Uh! Get bizzay heeeey hooooo heeey hooooo!!" while he was stumbling to find the words to ask me out. Needless to say I found his shyness incredibly sexy. I do not know why this wasn’t one of those dreams where you know that you’re actually dreaming, and tear his fucking clothes off. Oh well…
Anyway I leave, phone number in hand, skipping happily to god knows where, when suddenly I remembered. "Wait a minute. I AM with someone already!! "
*sound of tires screeching in my head*
And I don’t know why the hell, that someone who came to my mind immediately was my ex-boyfriend, The Heartsmasher (See the last 2 posts). I remembered everything I had gone through with him, and I was filled with scorn immediately. I looked at the piece of paper with the hot guy’s name and number and, thinking of my ex, I said: "fuck that sonuvabitch. I’m going out with the cute guy. I’ve suffered enough with him."
Then I start walking again, and then I realize something’s not right here. My ex? I’m still with my ex? No way. Nuh-uh. I clearly remember him being out of my life. I have nothing to worry about. And I have a date to go to.
I proceed to skip happily again, when out of the blue: BAM! I see an image of HIM, my current boyfriend.
My thought processes stopped for a while, and as the realization sank in, I swear to god, I felt a bit of shame about myself. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"
I opened my hand, and let the piece of paper fall to the floor.
And walked away.
I don’t remember anything else after that.
THE END.
Wasn’t that interesting, kiddies?
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