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Our Time Together

by Jordan789 

Posted: 21 February 2009
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I remember seeing her tits, and then seeing her smile. I asked if she wanted to dance, and took her home. Her name was Jane and I guessed right, she was Italian. I asked her to make me lasagna.

And then we moved in together because it was convenient, and bought a bed and a knife set and a sofa unit. And we were basically married. I came home every day and watched television or read a book, and she’d look at me and stamp her feet, and usually I’d give in and we’d have sex, or I’d take her out to dinner or to a movie.

Just like that, and at the wedding I remember thinking. The first one doesn’t have to be perfect. I can always try again. People do that, right?

People start off any way they want to start off.

We fought, and then we’d make up, and then we’d fight some more, but then it seemed like we stopped making up. That it was one thing after another. She came home one day, and she had gained weight—not that day—but over time, and she always talked about dieting, and about vacationing and about exercising.

“I’m going to go rent a movie,” I told her. “What do you want to see?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Come on. It will be fun,” I said. “We can make popcorn.”

“You are crazy,” she said. Of course, she remembered how the night before, and for the last week, I had slept on the couch, and we slammed doors, and didn’t worry much about the door knob cracking the sheet rock.

“Maybe Forest Gump. You love that movie, Jane,” I said.

She did love that movie.

All I took was my coat.






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tusker at 07:11 on 22 February 2009  Report this post
A sad but good tale of a relationship ending, Jordan, which was inevitable as MC, initially enchanted by Jane's tits, soon found out that big tits does not ensure happy days ahead.

Jane's better off with Forest Gump.

Jennifer

Prospero at 09:10 on 22 February 2009  Report this post
Once you have the premise you can do better next time, anything is doomed. Consciously or subconsciously, you will sabotage the situation so that you can move on.

A well written tale, Jordan, that reprises an old story.

Best

John

V`yonne at 10:02 on 22 February 2009  Report this post
I loved that analogy to Forrest Gump. When in doubt RUN!

crowspark at 11:16 on 22 February 2009  Report this post
Great flash, Jordan.
Was puzzled by:
we slammed doors, and didn’t worry much about the door knob cracking the sheet rock.

Sounds good but don't know what sheet rock is.
Great ending.

Bunbry at 13:14 on 22 February 2009  Report this post
soon found out that big tits does not ensure happy days ahead.
Oh yes they do!

Well done Jordan, a cracker of a final line.

Nick

Jordan789 at 19:34 on 23 February 2009  Report this post
Hah

Thanks all for reading and commenting!


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