The One That Got Away? - Page 2

€uroMeinke · 03-11-2005, 02:49 PM

I thought I had “one that got away” – but when the moment came, I let her go.

Her name was Cyndi, though it should have been trouble. I met her in high school, though I don’t think she ever attended class. You might think I exaggerate this point, but honestly, I don’t think she was ever enrolled there.

Cyndi was every teenage boy’s dream, sexy, attractive, playful, and she new it, making her the ultimate tease. I longed for her even as I dated and fell in love with my high school sweetheart. We spent long evenings together, sipping wine, listening to music, chatting till 2:00 in the morning, when I had to bring her home and sober up for school the next morning.

She told remarkable stories, pathological liar that she was. The lives she lived, the experiences she detailed were far too complex and time consuming to fit into her 15 years. But I was painfully shy in high school, so I never tried to do anything more than spend time with her, listen to her stories, and plan how we would dress and look for the next event. Except for one moment, on my 18th birthday when I caught her in my arms and we kissed one of those remarkable first kisses that stop time and intoxicate you more than any drug. But it never went any further. It was a moment that vanished, perhaps both of us too embarrassed to admit it ever happen, or me too insecure to explore how mutual our feelings might be.

So off I went to college, where I talked about her constantly so that my roommates came to long for her as well despite being 2000 miles away. I couldn’t wait to get back home and find out the latest of where she was, what she was doing, and whether or not she was available. Of course during this time she was dating other friends of mine, so I held back and waited, biding my time.

But as my college days came to an end, I had met someone else who pulled at my heart. A friend of a friend through some bands we both knew. She was someone I could talk to for hours, she complemented me in every way, and I was falling for her. You know her here as Not Afraid. Of course it was then that Cyndi became available as I discovered in a trip to of all places Disneyland, where I took her home last. We sat in front of her house forever, and while again we did nothing more than talk, the confessionals made it clear she was interested in me.

I couldn’t sleep that night, my stomach in knots. I called Lisa the next day, and confessed my age-old-longings for Cyndi and my desire to pursue her. She remained quiet and stoic through that gut-wrenching phone call, and told me to go do what I had to do.

But I never called Cyndi, I never set out to see her again. The instant I hung up the phone I had a moment of both clarity and terror – I had made the wrong decision. Cyndi was an imaginary construct of all my unfulfilled desires. Lisa was real, was someone I loved, and just dumped in the most ungracious of ways.

I went to her house and waited for her to come home, to confess my regret and stupidity. Thankfully, she invited me into her Celica where she forgave me of my foolishness. I let one get away, but I almost lost one more precious.

blueerica · 03-11-2005, 03:33 PM

^^OH!!!

That's such a great story...

These are all such great stories. I suppose that the moral of the majority told is that sometimes, letting that one get away opens the door to the future.

Eliza Hodgkins 1812 · 03-11-2005, 03:44 PM

I love the Chris and Lisa story. By golly, I DO!

I also love the Cyndi story leading up to the Chris and Lisa story.

I wonder where Cyndi is now. I'd like to hear her lies.

€uroMeinke · 03-11-2005, 03:49 PM

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Originally Posted by Eliza Hodgkins 1812

I love the Chris and Lisa story. By golly, I DO!

I also love the Cyndi story leading up to the Chris and Lisa story.

I wonder where Cyndi is now. I'd like to hear her lies.

Heh heh, I should dig into my old journals to see if I can find a few, Not Afraid, Boss Radio, and Lizziebeth cold probably add a few

lizziebith · 03-11-2005, 04:15 PM

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Originally Posted by €uroMeinke

Heh heh, I should dig into my old journals to see if I can find a few, Not Afraid, Boss Radio, and Lizziebeth cold probably add a few

I've been really fighting the urge...after all, I'm all grown up now!

Boss Radio...where???

€uroMeinke · 03-11-2005, 04:28 PM

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Originally Posted by lizziebith

I've been really fighting the urge...after all, I'm all grown up now!

Boss Radio...where???

Heh, the clarity a few years can bring...

The Boss is still lurking, but perhaps some day he'll chime in - though I doubt about this topic

Prudence · 03-11-2005, 04:34 PM

Music camp.

His name was Aaron.

Even his friends were cool in the nice way.

He played the viola.

And taught me that ankles could be an erogenous zone.

Cadaverous Pallor · 03-11-2005, 04:38 PM

So, uh, me next?

I thought this guy was cute, so I called him, asked him out, made out with him, and fell in love. Thankfully, he liked me too, so we stayed together and eventually got married. The End.

<--me

Sorry ladies and gents, but I'll never understand not saying hi, not calling, not giving it a try. I was shy to a decent degree, but kids, when I see something I want, I go for it, because who wants to die unfullfilled?

To those that haven't found Mr/Mrs Right, that is my advice. When opportunity looks your way, jump on it.

Not Afraid · 03-11-2005, 04:42 PM

Ahhhh, Chris was the one who almost got away. You hear his side, but my side was one of rock stars, dazzle, the orgasmic feeling of watching your paramour on sstage. Chris was none of those. I had to realize that the intellectual passions were where it's at, baby. I've never looked back - at least not for long.

I wonder about Cindy too. I know where Lizziebith is (here) and Boss Radio (not yet posting - figured out who this is yet Liz?). Do I want Cindy here - not really. What a frickin handful of lies she was! And I told € to follow his heart but if it was with Cindy, I wouldn't be around. How was I so healthy and strong at 21? Freakish.

Name · 03-11-2005, 04:47 PM

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Originally Posted by Cadaverous Pallor

To those that haven't found Mr/Mrs Right, that is my advice. When opportunity looks your way, jump on it.

Or him/her?

03-11-2005, 02:49 PM	#11
€uroMeinke L'Hédoniste Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: A.S.C.O.T. Posts: 8,671	I thought I had “one that got away” – but when the moment came, I let her go. Her name was Cyndi, though it should have been trouble. I met her in high school, though I don’t think she ever attended class. You might think I exaggerate this point, but honestly, I don’t think she was ever enrolled there. Cyndi was every teenage boy’s dream, sexy, attractive, playful, and she new it, making her the ultimate tease. I longed for her even as I dated and fell in love with my high school sweetheart. We spent long evenings together, sipping wine, listening to music, chatting till 2:00 in the morning, when I had to bring her home and sober up for school the next morning. She told remarkable stories, pathological liar that she was. The lives she lived, the experiences she detailed were far too complex and time consuming to fit into her 15 years. But I was painfully shy in high school, so I never tried to do anything more than spend time with her, listen to her stories, and plan how we would dress and look for the next event. Except for one moment, on my 18th birthday when I caught her in my arms and we kissed one of those remarkable first kisses that stop time and intoxicate you more than any drug. But it never went any further. It was a moment that vanished, perhaps both of us too embarrassed to admit it ever happen, or me too insecure to explore how mutual our feelings might be. So off I went to college, where I talked about her constantly so that my roommates came to long for her as well despite being 2000 miles away. I couldn’t wait to get back home and find out the latest of where she was, what she was doing, and whether or not she was available. Of course during this time she was dating other friends of mine, so I held back and waited, biding my time. But as my college days came to an end, I had met someone else who pulled at my heart. A friend of a friend through some bands we both knew. She was someone I could talk to for hours, she complemented me in every way, and I was falling for her. You know her here as Not Afraid. Of course it was then that Cyndi became available as I discovered in a trip to of all places Disneyland, where I took her home last. We sat in front of her house forever, and while again we did nothing more than talk, the confessionals made it clear she was interested in me. I couldn’t sleep that night, my stomach in knots. I called Lisa the next day, and confessed my age-old-longings for Cyndi and my desire to pursue her. She remained quiet and stoic through that gut-wrenching phone call, and told me to go do what I had to do. But I never called Cyndi, I never set out to see her again. The instant I hung up the phone I had a moment of both clarity and terror – I had made the wrong decision. Cyndi was an imaginary construct of all my unfulfilled desires. Lisa was real, was someone I loved, and just dumped in the most ungracious of ways. I went to her house and waited for her to come home, to confess my regret and stupidity. Thankfully, she invited me into her Celica where she forgave me of my foolishness. I let one get away, but I almost lost one more precious. __________________ I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance. Friedrich Nietzsche
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blueerica Nueve Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 6,497	^^OH!!! That's such a great story... These are all such great stories. I suppose that the moral of the majority told is that sometimes, letting that one get away opens the door to the future. __________________ Tomorrow is the day for you and me
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Eliza Hodgkins 1812 Sputnik Sweetheart Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Long Beach Posts: 2,685	I love the Chris and Lisa story. By golly, I DO! I also love the Cyndi story leading up to the Chris and Lisa story. I wonder where Cyndi is now. I'd like to hear her lies.
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Prudence Beelzeboobs, Esq. Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Gavel - I haz it Posts: 6,287	Music camp. His name was Aaron. Even his friends were cool in the nice way. He played the viola. And taught me that ankles could be an erogenous zone. __________________ traguna macoities tracorum satis de
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03-11-2005, 04:38 PM	#18
Cadaverous Pallor ohhhh baby Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Parental Bliss Posts: 12,364	So, uh, me next? I thought this guy was cute, so I called him, asked him out, made out with him, and fell in love. Thankfully, he liked me too, so we stayed together and eventually got married. The End. <--me Sorry ladies and gents, but I'll never understand not saying hi, not calling, not giving it a try. I was shy to a decent degree, but kids, when I see something I want, I go for it, because who wants to die unfullfilled? To those that haven't found Mr/Mrs Right, that is my advice. When opportunity looks your way, jump on it. __________________ The second star to the right shines in the night for you
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03-11-2005, 04:42 PM	#19
Not Afraid HI! Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 17,108	Ahhhh, Chris was the one who almost got away. You hear his side, but my side was one of rock stars, dazzle, the orgasmic feeling of watching your paramour on sstage. Chris was none of those. I had to realize that the intellectual passions were where it's at, baby. I've never looked back - at least not for long. I wonder about Cindy too. I know where Lizziebith is (here) and Boss Radio (not yet posting - figured out who this is yet Liz?). Do I want Cindy here - not really. What a frickin handful of lies she was! And I told € to follow his heart but if it was with Cindy, I wouldn't be around. How was I so healthy and strong at 21? Freakish.
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