He goes back to school after the long vac. And never sees this cocktail waitress again.
See, nothing ever lasts.
Receptionist, radiologist, Rockette, runaway, or romance writer. Some genetic failure in mankind makes this so.
He spent the last vac with her, they had fun, they truly, truly did. And she can't get enough of him, he knows. But he never wants to see her again. Amazing, incredible, tragic—and true.
She, in the end, bores him. And nobody's fault either. Nobody's. Which is, he sees, a tragedy—not a comedy at all. A sad inevitability, and no laughing matter.
Saturday
Just a guy thing she will never understand
He decides, somewhere over the South China Sea, that he best not tell her after all.
She will never understand. Will never even want to understand.
So never tell her that while she is fucking him, he'll be thinking of somebody else.
This is a guy thing, only guys really get it. You have to belong to the guy club.
Like the other day, when he was feeling fucked out.
Only, kind of fucked out.
Because, in reality, on the hop out of Honolulu he kind of related to the air hostess in first while she went out to brush her teeth. She, being her--not the air hostess.
This air hostess--the other Japanese air hostess, not the coffee one--gave him a look. Absent her, and he'd have had the air hostess' name and a number. Maybe he and the hostess could have met in the bar of her hotel in Tokio, a short hop from her hotel room. And maybe they could have fucked.
No, this is definitely a guy thing. She would never get it. She, her--not the air hostess--would never get it. He was fucked out, yes, but not really.
She will never understand. Will never even want to understand.
So never tell her that while she is fucking him, he'll be thinking of somebody else.
This is a guy thing, only guys really get it. You have to belong to the guy club.
Like the other day, when he was feeling fucked out.
Only, kind of fucked out.
Because, in reality, on the hop out of Honolulu he kind of related to the air hostess in first while she went out to brush her teeth. She, being her--not the air hostess.
This air hostess--the other Japanese air hostess, not the coffee one--gave him a look. Absent her, and he'd have had the air hostess' name and a number. Maybe he and the hostess could have met in the bar of her hotel in Tokio, a short hop from her hotel room. And maybe they could have fucked.
No, this is definitely a guy thing. She would never get it. She, her--not the air hostess--would never get it. He was fucked out, yes, but not really.
Monday
Very casual sex
Very casual sex
Well, maybe one more time. If she's back tomorrow, he'll know why. She loves casual too, loves a little strange herself.
Jesus, if she is back tomorrow he won't need to waste any time at all.
Maybe simply dump themselves on the bed, she can make the bed later.
Get that stupid housekeeper's uniform clear, yank down those green panties fast. With her helping, he'll get in, and in seconds. All it will take this time around...seconds.
He'll be at the airport and out of the city by noon.
Well, maybe one more time. If she's back tomorrow, he'll know why. She loves casual too, loves a little strange herself.
Jesus, if she is back tomorrow he won't need to waste any time at all.
Maybe simply dump themselves on the bed, she can make the bed later.
Get that stupid housekeeper's uniform clear, yank down those green panties fast. With her helping, he'll get in, and in seconds. All it will take this time around...seconds.
He'll be at the airport and out of the city by noon.
Thursday
Ignoring is a great tactic, but don't take it too far
A few kind words. He'll have to think up something special to say, he hasn't seen her in so long. Ignored her, in fact. Not having seen her for months is some kind of aphrodisiac too--for him. But poison to her. She'll be hostile. He must expect suspicion too.This is an unpleasant but very likely consequence of not seeing her for so long. Ignoring, if not done tactically and with precision, turns septic.
It couldn't last, could it?
She found somebody else. Why wouldn't she? Anybody with her body and looks would have no trouble finding. She didn't.
So...She broke up, not him.
First, she was going to be his friend anyway, whatever. They'd still meet. Christ, they'd had some great times hadn't they? She'd make it happen, see if she didn't.
Maybe they could still fuck, occasionally? Be kind of fuck-buddies?
But she didn't, as he knew she wouldn't. Couldn't, to be more accurate. She had this new guy who was into baseball so bad. A big, major Red Sox fan. Tried to go to every home game, he did. And even not home games. Took her along.
She claimed she loved it, a new experience. But he knew she didn't. She'd already told him how she hated all sports, especially stupid baseball. Maybe golf was somehow okay.
So he knew it couldn't last, and it didn't. But by then he'd be somewhere else. Somewhere far out of her life, and into another life of his own.
So...She broke up, not him.
First, she was going to be his friend anyway, whatever. They'd still meet. Christ, they'd had some great times hadn't they? She'd make it happen, see if she didn't.
Maybe they could still fuck, occasionally? Be kind of fuck-buddies?
But she didn't, as he knew she wouldn't. Couldn't, to be more accurate. She had this new guy who was into baseball so bad. A big, major Red Sox fan. Tried to go to every home game, he did. And even not home games. Took her along.
She claimed she loved it, a new experience. But he knew she didn't. She'd already told him how she hated all sports, especially stupid baseball. Maybe golf was somehow okay.
So he knew it couldn't last, and it didn't. But by then he'd be somewhere else. Somewhere far out of her life, and into another life of his own.
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