The first time I ever saw him...
...I thought he was psycho.
I met my soul mate as he crawled into the back of my car. He was a friend of my boyfriend. He had long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. A mix between Jake Gyllanheal and Mel Gibson. At least, whenever I see those actors, I'm always reminded of him. I'm sad because I really can't picture him today. Not today.
It seemed to me at the time he was a little crazy - talked nonesense alot and laughed even more. I saw through him - at least I thought I did. I remember telling my boyfriend - "that guy is psycho". Ironic.
Little did I know that my soul mate would rescue me from the true psycho. He once came over to my house to rescue me - that's what he told me later. We sat in my empty apartment (no money, no furniture) - he was on a folding chair and I was on the floor by his knees. I was eerily drawn to him because of his warped sense of humor. Beautiful smile. His long eyeslashes. I'm remembering now.
There was no exact moment that we clicked. Just many small events.
Like the time he came over to wait for Bob...but he and I spent the afternoon talking about random shit - about the stench of the landfill across the street from my house - about the color of my workout shorts (purple) - about why Bob and I were together.
I left Bob one night. Left him without him knowing. I was sick of his shit. Just packed up all my stuff and took off. Then went to a wedding reception. My soul mate and his sick sense of humor thought that it would be funny to watch as shit hit the fan. I was furious. Why would you want to watch someone else suffer? I thought you cared about me? He was stunned. His smile stopped as he saw my eyes. I felt betrayed. And then I went back to Bob.
I found a new apartment. I wanted to live alone. Bob and I had officially broken up when I caught him talking shit about me and found out he was seeing another girl. Bob needed a place to stay. I let him live with me - but he needed to be gone in a month.
I was the Assistant manager in a health club -Vic Tanny. I spent most days - and most nights- there to avoid "The Bob.H" Surprisingly, Lane (soul mate) got a temporary membership there too. One night he and his buddy helped us rearrange the club equipment. I think that is when it started.
Lane knew I was in some trouble with "the Bob" - so he started hanging out at the club more. I got a flat tire one day - and ran into Lane - who helped me out by driving me to the tire shop.
Lane would swing by while I was working to chat. We were becoming friends. For whatever reason, I liked him. A little crazy, but dangerous. Good fun.
Lane said The irishman was having some people over for a party - would I like to go? I needed to get away from the Bob, so I told him sure.
He drove me home because I would not have a way to the party otherwise, he hung out and had a beer at my place - I was trying to leave before the bob showed up. No luck. Lane saw the nasty mess.
The bob shows up and when I announce that I'm going to a party - he freaks out. Calls me a slut. That i'm sleeping around - he won't give me the car. whatever. We hop in the Renault - with bob screaming at me. It was the first day of freedom and I could taste it.
At the party I had a few beers...Lane had MANY. He proceeds to make a few passes at me...I decide I like it. We are both exhausted - but manage to find a bed to fall asleep in. We tried fooling around a bit...but to no avail. The alcohol consumed us first.
I needed to work the next morning - at 8am. Lane slowly wakes up and drives me to the gym. It is all a bit uncomfortable, but I decide to take a chance. I kiss him on the cheek and tell him that I had a great time. I really like him - but who would want to get messed up with me and my sticky situation?
I can only think about him all day. I have no idea how I can pursue him. Would that be too pushy? Was it just a one-night thing? I'm terrified.
But I manage to pick up the phone that afternoon and ask him if he would like to see me again. He said yes.
I met my soul mate as he crawled into the back of my car. He was a friend of my boyfriend. He had long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. A mix between Jake Gyllanheal and Mel Gibson. At least, whenever I see those actors, I'm always reminded of him. I'm sad because I really can't picture him today. Not today.
It seemed to me at the time he was a little crazy - talked nonesense alot and laughed even more. I saw through him - at least I thought I did. I remember telling my boyfriend - "that guy is psycho". Ironic.
Little did I know that my soul mate would rescue me from the true psycho. He once came over to my house to rescue me - that's what he told me later. We sat in my empty apartment (no money, no furniture) - he was on a folding chair and I was on the floor by his knees. I was eerily drawn to him because of his warped sense of humor. Beautiful smile. His long eyeslashes. I'm remembering now.
There was no exact moment that we clicked. Just many small events.
Like the time he came over to wait for Bob...but he and I spent the afternoon talking about random shit - about the stench of the landfill across the street from my house - about the color of my workout shorts (purple) - about why Bob and I were together.
I left Bob one night. Left him without him knowing. I was sick of his shit. Just packed up all my stuff and took off. Then went to a wedding reception. My soul mate and his sick sense of humor thought that it would be funny to watch as shit hit the fan. I was furious. Why would you want to watch someone else suffer? I thought you cared about me? He was stunned. His smile stopped as he saw my eyes. I felt betrayed. And then I went back to Bob.
I found a new apartment. I wanted to live alone. Bob and I had officially broken up when I caught him talking shit about me and found out he was seeing another girl. Bob needed a place to stay. I let him live with me - but he needed to be gone in a month.
I was the Assistant manager in a health club -Vic Tanny. I spent most days - and most nights- there to avoid "The Bob.H" Surprisingly, Lane (soul mate) got a temporary membership there too. One night he and his buddy helped us rearrange the club equipment. I think that is when it started.
Lane knew I was in some trouble with "the Bob" - so he started hanging out at the club more. I got a flat tire one day - and ran into Lane - who helped me out by driving me to the tire shop.
Lane would swing by while I was working to chat. We were becoming friends. For whatever reason, I liked him. A little crazy, but dangerous. Good fun.
Lane said The irishman was having some people over for a party - would I like to go? I needed to get away from the Bob, so I told him sure.
He drove me home because I would not have a way to the party otherwise, he hung out and had a beer at my place - I was trying to leave before the bob showed up. No luck. Lane saw the nasty mess.
The bob shows up and when I announce that I'm going to a party - he freaks out. Calls me a slut. That i'm sleeping around - he won't give me the car. whatever. We hop in the Renault - with bob screaming at me. It was the first day of freedom and I could taste it.
At the party I had a few beers...Lane had MANY. He proceeds to make a few passes at me...I decide I like it. We are both exhausted - but manage to find a bed to fall asleep in. We tried fooling around a bit...but to no avail. The alcohol consumed us first.
I needed to work the next morning - at 8am. Lane slowly wakes up and drives me to the gym. It is all a bit uncomfortable, but I decide to take a chance. I kiss him on the cheek and tell him that I had a great time. I really like him - but who would want to get messed up with me and my sticky situation?
I can only think about him all day. I have no idea how I can pursue him. Would that be too pushy? Was it just a one-night thing? I'm terrified.
But I manage to pick up the phone that afternoon and ask him if he would like to see me again. He said yes.
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