and I are a bit clumsy, but my mother’s gone, so… I throw myself onto the magnificent settee and stretch out, socked feet of course, no need to go crazy. If my mother saw me like this she would probably have a heart attack, but she’s not here, so I’ll take advantage.
I look around my silent, empty kingdom, there are no parents arguing over the choice for supper or which movie to watch. What am I going to do with two whole weeks to myself? Any other girl my age would have taken the opportunity to organize an evening get-together filled with short skirts and the cutest neighborhood boys to flirt with. That’s certainly something I would like to do, but I know that I have no luck with men. I am pretty, at least, I think I am, guys hit on me…sometimes. But as soon as I open my mouth and say the words mythology and books in the same sentence, they look at me as if I’m from another planet and they always find an excuse to leave as soon as possible.
I’m not totally clueless in the love department, I have had one long-term relationship in my short life, and his name was Joemy. The first time I met him was in the school library and I was fifteen years old. Joemy was the singer in an indie rock group and was seventeen at the time. I don’t know what he saw in me, because we were from different worlds. He was popular and charming, while I was reserved and solitary. Maybe he was intrigued by the fact that I seemed inaccessible and different from the usual easy groupies who hung around him. To be fair, I didn’t make life easy for him. I rebuffed his advances for six months before finally succumbing to his charm after a concert that he had invited me to. We went out together for four years, which is long for a teenage relationship. We talked about getting engaged and a wedding in Greece, a dream of mine.
One day I came back from the library to the most horrible cliché. I went to surprise him at his place and I caught them together. That nasty cow, Marie, my one and only friend at the time was naked and straddling him; they were in the middle of a scene straight out of a porn film. I will never forget their insane laughter over my sobbing when they discovered me watching them. I never figured out why the two of them did that to me, and honestly, I never want to know. One thing is for sure though; I instantly cut those ties of friendship and love. Neither of them ever tried to contact me to apologize, not even by email…nothing. All I know is that they took off together to… wait for it…Greece. Yes, truly! It was as if to rub it in even more. I know that Joemy shared my passion for that country, but honestly, it was our dream. I won’t be going there looking for him, though. Anyways, I know they came back a few months ago. Marie was pregnant and they headed to Chicago to be closer to her family. I console myself with the thought that they are still together and that he didn’t give up everything we had together over a one-night-stand. Like I said, I’m a lot like my Dad, “Don’t worry, be happy”. So I took back my life, but only now with a slight scar on my heart.
Life is wonderful though, and I still hold out hope that there is a young God out there for me who will know me better than I know myself. But, I live in a tiny village and the chances of finding that special someone here are slim.
Either the settee is more comfortable than I thought it was, or I’m exhausted, because I fall asleep almost instantly. I wake up after what seems like only a minute. I don’t know what happened during my nap because I find myself with my head on the floor, and my feet on the settee. Without getting up, I turn my head to look behind me and can’t believe my eyes, Nyx is there, sitting on the Persian rug and watching me intently. How did she get in here? It’s impossible. Maybe I left my bedroom window open; I’ll need to be more vigilant from now on. In the moment it takes me to roll over, she is gone. I look
I look around my silent, empty kingdom, there are no parents arguing over the choice for supper or which movie to watch. What am I going to do with two whole weeks to myself? Any other girl my age would have taken the opportunity to organize an evening get-together filled with short skirts and the cutest neighborhood boys to flirt with. That’s certainly something I would like to do, but I know that I have no luck with men. I am pretty, at least, I think I am, guys hit on me…sometimes. But as soon as I open my mouth and say the words mythology and books in the same sentence, they look at me as if I’m from another planet and they always find an excuse to leave as soon as possible.
I’m not totally clueless in the love department, I have had one long-term relationship in my short life, and his name was Joemy. The first time I met him was in the school library and I was fifteen years old. Joemy was the singer in an indie rock group and was seventeen at the time. I don’t know what he saw in me, because we were from different worlds. He was popular and charming, while I was reserved and solitary. Maybe he was intrigued by the fact that I seemed inaccessible and different from the usual easy groupies who hung around him. To be fair, I didn’t make life easy for him. I rebuffed his advances for six months before finally succumbing to his charm after a concert that he had invited me to. We went out together for four years, which is long for a teenage relationship. We talked about getting engaged and a wedding in Greece, a dream of mine.
One day I came back from the library to the most horrible cliché. I went to surprise him at his place and I caught them together. That nasty cow, Marie, my one and only friend at the time was naked and straddling him; they were in the middle of a scene straight out of a porn film. I will never forget their insane laughter over my sobbing when they discovered me watching them. I never figured out why the two of them did that to me, and honestly, I never want to know. One thing is for sure though; I instantly cut those ties of friendship and love. Neither of them ever tried to contact me to apologize, not even by email…nothing. All I know is that they took off together to… wait for it…Greece. Yes, truly! It was as if to rub it in even more. I know that Joemy shared my passion for that country, but honestly, it was our dream. I won’t be going there looking for him, though. Anyways, I know they came back a few months ago. Marie was pregnant and they headed to Chicago to be closer to her family. I console myself with the thought that they are still together and that he didn’t give up everything we had together over a one-night-stand. Like I said, I’m a lot like my Dad, “Don’t worry, be happy”. So I took back my life, but only now with a slight scar on my heart.
Life is wonderful though, and I still hold out hope that there is a young God out there for me who will know me better than I know myself. But, I live in a tiny village and the chances of finding that special someone here are slim.
Either the settee is more comfortable than I thought it was, or I’m exhausted, because I fall asleep almost instantly. I wake up after what seems like only a minute. I don’t know what happened during my nap because I find myself with my head on the floor, and my feet on the settee. Without getting up, I turn my head to look behind me and can’t believe my eyes, Nyx is there, sitting on the Persian rug and watching me intently. How did she get in here? It’s impossible. Maybe I left my bedroom window open; I’ll need to be more vigilant from now on. In the moment it takes me to roll over, she is gone. I look
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