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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 5 2006, 02:16 PM (194 Views) | |
| George K | Dec 5 2006, 02:16 PM Post #1 |
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(slightly adult material follows) I know our counsellor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride has cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says "There's no one like you, Jackie." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at the BierKeller and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent playing tennis can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. T!ts like you wouldn't believe and an arse that you could balance a beer on. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being ***** by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Jackie? I doubt it. And I've never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I've tossed her about a half a pint of ***** ******, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless oral technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Jackie, I'm just going mad without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol, that single mother we met at the PTA summer BBQ last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a huge lasagne. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old dressing table. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally unbelievable, but it makes me sad, too. Because I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Jackie ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old mirror for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy." Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Jackie, she really is. So there we were doing a bottle of Veuve-Clicquot in my hot tub and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole **** thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's *********, all I can do is think of you. It's true, Jackie. In your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know. If not, can you just let me know where the TV remote is? All My Love, Mark |
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A guide to GKSR: Click "Now look here, you Baltic gas passer... " - Mik, 6/14/08 Nothing is as effective as homeopathy. I'd rather listen to an hour of Abba than an hour of The Beatles. - Klaus, 4/29/18 | |
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| Mark | Dec 5 2006, 02:26 PM Post #2 |
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HOLY CARP!!!
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___.___ (_]===* o 0 When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race. H.G. Wells | |
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| dolmansaxlil | Dec 5 2006, 03:14 PM Post #3 |
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HOLY CARP!!!
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"Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst." ~ Henri Cartier-Bresson My Flickr Photostream | |
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| ***musical princess*** | Dec 5 2006, 11:52 PM Post #4 |
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HOLY CARP!!!
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| x Caroline x | |
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| Frank_W | Dec 6 2006, 06:35 AM Post #5 |
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Resident Misanthrope
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Anatomy Prof: "The human body has about 20 sq. meters of skin." Me: "Man, that's a lot of lampshades!" | |
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| ivorythumper | Dec 6 2006, 07:11 AM Post #6 |
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I am so adjective that I verb nouns!
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| David Burton | Dec 6 2006, 07:38 AM Post #7 |
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Senior Carp
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.... I've read far better porn stories ... |
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| George K | Dec 6 2006, 07:42 AM Post #8 |
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Finally
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That's because I edited out the 'interesting parts.'
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A guide to GKSR: Click "Now look here, you Baltic gas passer... " - Mik, 6/14/08 Nothing is as effective as homeopathy. I'd rather listen to an hour of Abba than an hour of The Beatles. - Klaus, 4/29/18 | |
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| JBryan | Dec 6 2006, 07:44 AM Post #9 |
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I am the grey one
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This letter might end up being the cause of a reciprocal retraining order. |
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"Any man who would make an X rated movie should be forced to take his daughter to see it". - John Wayne There is a line we cross when we go from "I will believe it when I see it" to "I will see it when I believe it". Henry II: I marvel at you after all these years. Still like a democratic drawbridge: going down for everybody. Eleanor: At my age there's not much traffic anymore. From The Lion in Winter. | |
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| Larry | Dec 6 2006, 07:48 AM Post #10 |
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Mmmmmmm, pie!
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Over the years I've actually listened to guys talking about their breakup and attempts to get back with their wife using quite similar logic... |
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Of the Pokatwat Tribe | |
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