Pablo

It was love at first sight.

Believe me, i’d never touched one of his kind before. Never even thought about it. The nerve… me? a respectable young woman, involved in such deeds? Nonsensical. But then again…

That colour did look great on him. The smoothness, the way he opposed my every touch… call me crazy, I think i’m in love. Course, he’s already taken. I could get one of my own, but they don’t come easy, and i hear maintenance is quite difficult. Might be worth it tho, intercourse is great…

No silly. I don’t mean sex. No, of course i wasn’t talking about a man! They’re whimsical, fussy and you can never rely on them. Pablo’s kind, however, only requires a little attention and he’s yours for life. And trust me, it takes just as much nerve to learn how to ‘use’ a man as it does a guitar.

Yes, yes, that’s right, Pablo is a guitar. A cheap one, i hear, but oh boy does he have a personality… There’s no pushing down on him. He likes to be all over the place… hehe, come to think about it, he ain’t that different from most men i know.

He did give me a couple of bruises… my fingers will never be the same again, and my wrist… well, i should get it back in a day or two. But oh was it grand. Course, the neighbors complained about the noise. They always do.

On the other hand, how many times can you listen to bad ’smoke on the water’ without getting a bit… edgy? If the answer is more than three, give me a call, we’ll work something out.

Hell knows, i might even get one of my own. Friends, neighbor, local authorities, beware. No park shall be safe. No hour of the night shall go unviolated. But know this: I’ll be having one hell of a time. Safe.

Odd things about breakups

You know that feeling, when things seem to be working in a very strange way?

I mean, except when you’re drunk.

To be single again… Breakups are never fun. You know them, you’ve had them.They come for the right reasons, for the wrong reasons and for no reasons at all. And there are a few patterns that everyone seems to follow when it comes to breaking up.

First of all, it’s easier to stomach if it isn’t your fault. Seriously, having to cope with guilt on top of everything is not part of an easy transition. Now, as a woman, pointing the finger and laying blame helps me almost as much as eating chocolates.

Then, you start to notice people again, though crushed and severely emotionally impaired, you can’t help but be curious about the guy that’s looking at you persistently. Also, plans of making up for lost time, or healing your emotional scaring through sex often show up. They hardly ever amount to anything practical.

Then, people tend to fall into drawback. Relationships fall into something habitual after a few months, and coping with the fact that a part of your daily activity is gone can be difficult. You’re thinking of calling him, of trying to stay friends, of being jealous at his new girlfriend. Don’t. The only way to go is forward.

Fresh after a relationship, it’s hard not to think about what the other is thinking and saying about you. I’ve had all sorts, the ones that trashed your very name and the ones that sobbed to your appreciation. This one, i think is probably saying ‘it’s only a rough patch, we’ll pull through it’ That is, if he’s saying anything at all.

The one that gets dismissed usually tends to seek for reasons, and guilty parties other than themselves. They are more often than not, badly mistaken. But hey, why take responsibility, right? After all, if you push the fact that someone else is to blame long and hard enough, people might believe you.

The final stage doesn’t really show up until someone else comes into your life. After serious breakups, making up feels just as if you’re avoiding the fact that you’re done, and most often never gives off the same satisfaction as it did at first. but hey, some do try…

The point? Don’t go in if you can’t stay in. Keep it shallow, if you can, and don’t get involved unless it’s worth it. And from my point of view… sex is sex, and love is for other people.