The name says it all. Irked because I am disgruntled, disillusioned, etc. Skirt because I'm a chick. And rifts because there's a constant argument between my reality and my imagination. Depends on the day as to who wins. Another reason is I've been told if I don't get everything I've bottled up out I can cause physical ailments like cancer. I'd rather not die, so here you go. My contribution to the current state of the planet.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Let's call him "Old School"
Just to give you a brief history of Old School and I, we met when we were both 21 and working at a call center and I was the end of a year long relationship that just wasn't working out and I couldn't figure out how to end. Old School is and always has been your typical cocky asshole with a quick smile and sarcastic sense of humor. We had mutual friends outside of work and started hanging out. There was always sexual tension between the 2 of us and he made it his mission to get to me. I did not put up much of a fight. I began seeing Old School about a month before I finally ended the year long relationship. I'll admit, not my best moment but it was the only time (and has been the only time) I ever cheated on any boyfriend. I justified it as "well, he's been sleeping with half the chicks we work with, so it's fine." For the nine years to follow, Old School was always around when I needed him to be. He was one I could be just myself around and someone who didn't care if I had my make-up done or was wearing the sexy outfit. He always made me feel great and wild and free and like there wasn't a care in the world. We embarked upon sexual adventures that either one of us would suggest and throw ourselves into whole-heartedly. There was never any embarrassment or self-consciousness when I was with him. It all ended the night my father was in the hospital, maybe 2 weeks before he died and no one knew what was wrong with him and I needed a friend. I needed someone to just go and sit somewhere with a drink in hand and just be. So, I called Old School. It turned out that he was with his girlfriend at the time and she hated me simply because I was a girl. He caught attitude with me and I flew off the handle. The next day, he called to apologize and I sent him to hell in a hand basket. We didn't speak until a bout 2 months ago when he found me on a dating site and sent me a message of "Can we be friends again?" All I had to do was read this and realize that I had missed him in my life all this time. I missed that feeling I had with him. He said it best when he described why he needed me back in his life "It's like your a drug I can't get enough of and I don't want to run away from."