A Realization Concerning Reality.  

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9/4/2005 7:18 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

A Realization Concerning Reality.


Her car sat in the parking lot running. The closer that I got to her, the more lonely a scene it made. Sitting in the driver's seat smoking a cigarette, she fumbled with the radio buttons and looked more nervous than me.

I pulled up along side her, leaving a car's width between the two vehicles, and smiling, stepped out of the car.

A moment of,"Nice to meet you. You look different than your pictures," and we were following her plan. She had it all planned rather well, but it was easy to tell that she wasn't used to any of this as she kept saying.

She was tense, but not because she was uncomfortable with me or the situation, but she didn't know what to expect from me and was too uncertain of herself to think that I would enjoy her company as much in real life as I do in a chat room. Over and over again, she kept saying,"I've never done anything like this before."

"I know," I told her. "I don't think that you have, and I have no reason to think that you ever will again. The only thing that I'm sure of is that you and I need this night, and I can't resist." I kissed her.

She sat next to me in my car, my right arm around her, playing with her hair. Her head laid against my shoulder as she became more and more relaxed, giving me directions to the hotel.

Inside our room, we talked and kissed, and talked more. Once she relaxed, it was as if she was an uncorked champagne bottle, foaming free with thoughts and words. She told me that she wasn't used to someone listening to her, and that she wasn't used to touching someone that didn't back away.

I told her what I thought, about her being worthy of being listened to, and that there were plenty of men that would beg for her touch, rather than recoil from it. What I thought but did not say was who is it that he is touching, if not her?

The next day, I wasn't surprised to find an email in my inbox about how she talked with her husband and they are separating. She didn't mention me to him, but she thought that it should not be this way, the two of them living together and seeing other people to be happy. She was right.

Sometimes reality leaves a bitter aftertaste, and at other times, it leaves the scent of a woman's perfume on my skin from where she has been.

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