Megan:
He wanted everything about it so bad I couldn’t refuse. The time he told me that he sat in his dark room waiting for me to get off work shocked me still, almost paralyzed, for minutes. In the end, it would be hard to say who ripped the other up worse or for longer.
He wrote to me first and wrote to me more and kissed me. Then he was gone and I was grabbing at air.
Of course Charmaine could encapsulate the pants off these people with one hand tied behind her ankle. But she's not here, so I thought I'd have a go...
Our first date, we carved pumpkins in Madison Square Park. Mine looked like I'd punched it, but it was the thought that counted. She taught me what good head was, then did the fade.
We were high-school sweethearts. She started college first and dumped me without telling me. Ten years later, after a blissful reunion, I went to New York and dumped her back. I told her.
She was my secretary. She was a paralegal. She was tech support. I was getting a reputation.
She was Christian, but I knew what to do. I shouldn't have laughed when she couldn't pronounce "clitoris".
I found out years later she hadn't dumped me.
She was a delicate, gorgeous Haitian named Sheila. Being Haitian, she didn't appreciate the irony.
She rejected me; I hankered for three years until we kissed.
I read her the Hitchhikers' Guide scripts, with voices. She gave me a plush dog my son plays with. I called her in Karachi but she didn't answer.
She rejected me, changed her mind, then dumped me. We're married.
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Your secretary. Your paralegal. Your reputation. You're Alan Shore!
As Alan discovered, it turns out a subordinate position is almost as good as low self-esteem.
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