I sit in my room, alone; it's dark. The blue glow of the computer screen illuminates my eyes to reveal the sadness within as Acoustic Alchemy plays out of the speaker above me. It's hard being the one society forgot. Guys I know, they don't know how they get women, they just do; women lob onto them like a conjoined twin. I don't think I'm bad looking but obviously the girls don't agree. I'd be their everything; make their interests, my interests...I'd be the perfect boyfriend. I start to pack a little bowl.
I wake the next morning feeling my usual, crappy self. I spy an unsmoked bowl as I make my way to the bathroom. I pick up the pipe as I return to my room and take a seat at the computer once again; greens awaited me this morning and I graciously accpted my gift from me to me. I feel a little better; not happy, maybe content...probably numb.
I check my email. Spam. I check my phone. Text from Haas: "Hey man, I know this girl you should meet; she's a friend of my sister's. I think you two would get along."
I try not to overexicte myself; it's not like this kind of thing hasn't happened before and it never works out right but, I can't deny a chance before I give it a shot.
I text him back: "Yeah? Cool man; thanks."
I replied back with her number and her name, Gretchen, about an hour later.
I wasted no time: "Hey, um...Hass gave me your number; what's up?"
Now I wait. I play Grand Theft Auto 4 for a time; it'd be pretty awesome to be in an active mafia or shit like that...also dangerous but what am I here hanging around for?
I get a text back, "Hey"
Awesome. Now what the fuck do I say? "Do you think you'd like to hang out sometime."
"Sure, that sounds good :)"
Alright, maybe this was going okay. "When are you free?
I should stop myself before I press send but I'm too caught up; I know I've never said that and had anything good come of it.
"How about Friday night; we can meet at the Hollywood Diner."
Maybe this is the one. "Perfect, I'll be there."
"K :)"
I arrive at the Diner on time; I sit on the bench outside next to the ugly chef statue holding the specials board. A woman approaches me a few minutes later.
"Hi, are you Shoky?"
I smile, that still hilarious, "I am; and you're Gretchen?"
"Yeah...you wanna head in?"
"Sure."
I take her in as I walk behind her to the booth; she's kind of cute, a bit chubby but not grotesquely so. She seems older, like in her thirties but I swore the some agency removed all thirty year olds and returned them to society at fourty. Perhaps I'm just crazy. Her butt presses against her tight black leggings; I feel it stirring.
"So tell me about yourself."
"Well," I start," I make movies, do various jobs on set until I can make it."
"That's cool."
"Yeah, I guess. So what about you?"
"I do make-up at a salon."
"Nice; so like nails, hair, everything?"
She laughs, "Yeah, well I don't do hair but everything else."
"Ah, well that's cool."
We sit in silence; the waiter comes, she orders a beer; I order a Diet Coke.
More awkward conversation and feigned interest, that I, for years, confused as sincere, lead to her eventually getting drunk. She asked me to take her home. I pay the $32.16 bill.
In front of her house, in the car, she invites me in; apparently she takes the lead.
I watch her shadowy figure fall onto the couch and signal me over; she undoes her pants.
I undo my shirt and approach her. I go to her face to kiss her but she turns away; she rubs her pantied pussy. I miss quiet a few hints but this one I got.
I ran my finger across her stomach to her privates and slowly pull down her moist underwear.
She takes my hand and massages her clit with it; my fingers running across her lips like two speedbumps. She reaches for my arm and pulls me towards her; she holds my head softly and gently nudges me down to her moist, vertical lips.
My face presses with a squealch against wet, shaven pussy. She grabs my head, firmer now, and directs my head how she wants it; my nose and mouth plunged within her.
I lick upwardly and she shivers delightfully; I feel my own member pulse with exictment.
Her grip tightens and she pushes me harder into her; she gyrates my head to intolerable proprotions. My head is no longer a living thing to her it's a sex toy.
She pulls my hair as her hot liqiud squirts into my face, my nose, my mouth. I gag a little. A few more seconds then she harshly pulls me from her vagina.
"What the fuck?!"
I spit so I can talk, "What? What?" I ask in a panic.
"You're fucking gagging?"
I open my mouth to speak but she darts off and I fall and hit my head on the floor. It's too much work to get up at this point; why bother. I sleep on the floor where I lay.
A sharp kick to the calf wakes me up, "Wake up fucker! Make my breakfast!"
My open eyes catch a glimpse of my beauty wearing a dirty pink bathrobe.
I sit up. "Good morning to you too dear," I saw under my breath.
I stand and think for maybe a second that perhaps there's something better out there.
"And after breakfast you can start making up for last night!"
In that moment, I realize, truly, I am a lucky one.