A Moment In Time
Stamped: October 14th, 2005 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: dating hijinks, iPod, neuroses, unfunny.
In my crumpled, low-cut little black dress, I lay down in my bed of pristine white, white comforter, white sheets, white walls, with my perfect white ear buds attached to my shiny white iPod. I am the only thing dark and twisted in this room. Sounds of some Clint Eastwood western he’s watching play in the background, but I can’t look him in the eye right now. So instead I let the iPod shuffle me though the different emotions I should be feeling to drown him out. All I feel is the bottled up pacing of a tiger in a damp cage. So I let Johnny Cash, Brigitte Bardot, and Bob Dylan take me away. They’re not doing a great job.
I’m depressed. I can feel that dark hard pit creeping up me. Everything pisses me off.
He knew I was upset. And before we went to bed he tried to comfort me with his hands and lips. I sharply told him it wasn’t a good idea to touch me tonight. Instead of recoiling away in his corner at the she-beast that had replaced his girlfriend, he said:
The couple that lasted 100 years together did so by never going to bed angry. Talk to me.
I didn’t want to. I didn’t even know what to say. I wasn’t mad at him, I was mad at everything. But after a few minutes of silence I said,
You know when you want something but you don’t know what it is, you just know it isn’t here?
He asked if I wanted to leave him.
Of course not. But I’m annoyed, frustrated, at nothing and at everything. Each couple has it’s own rhythm that becomes like a worn groove. And this rhythm is great, it’s beautiful, it’s what you worked for, but sometimes it feels like a cage.
As soon as my words faded into our white bedroom, I felt like a tight knot had been released in my stomach. Looks like I can erase my therapist from my speed dial if I’m going to let this guy stick around. I gave him a firm kiss on the lips and fell asleep in his arms.
Yeah, I’d say this one’s a keeper.
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A man who lets a woman stew angrily for awhile and accepts it: every woman’s dream man.
To be a keeper (or a lifer as a friend recently put it), it’s all about compromise. No one likes a pushover who will let you do what you want all the time, and it doesn’t work when one of you is kept under the thumb. Stick to your guns when you really want to do something but be prepared that you are going to have to give in return. Sample trade offs…
Going to the big game on her birthday = Christmas with the in-laws
Spa day and shopping spree with the girls on his credit card = buying him that thing he wanted whilst you are on the spree on your card
All that love and understanding? Gross!
Hopefully the next time you feel like a tiger in the bedroom, it won’t be a caged tiger, but the wild sexual tigress that I’m sure you are!
sounds like a keeper, for sure.
I am a tiger in bed (good lord was last night good) and he is a keeper and Dashiell -Deal. It’s that time of the month and I felt like sharing.
I hear you Betty….I’m hell on wheels at the moment. I think I’d better stay in this weekend lest I bite some poor man’s head off.
yep. ive quarantined myself, too.
i feel like there might be a rabbit torn apart here in my little cage this weekend.
Forgive the shallowness, but my first thought was, “Of course she feels that way. What’s with all that white? It’s like public housing for castrates.”
But that’s just me.
Hats off to both of you for letting the moment go without bloodshed. Too may people piss away good relationships because they think every moment of being “pissed off” is a call to be destructive. Sometimes it’s just a mood you need to let pass. Yes, sometimes it’s more. But it’s best to know what the more is before you toss something away.
And quite often, the next day you have a kick ass fuck.
Apologies … I’m just not a big fan of a lot of white.
It is more of a literary tactic than the actual state of my bedroom, Bill. But you can be as anti-white as you want - we won’t hold it against you.
So you know how girls can somehow subconsciously synchronise their periods… sounds like the girlspoke girls have done so, despite being seperated by continents and oceans. Or is this just coincidence? Keep on tiptoes for a couple of days lads…