I was hanging out with this girl. It was a daily thing. I worked really really hard on things I had to do and we hung out when she got off work. I stopped my racing season to hang out with her on the weekends. I stopped going to the gym, really. I just worked and then after working, we'd hang out.
But, it was - it was really nice. We'd make art together and go to shows - it wasn't a perfect fit or anything, but it something - not a huge thing, but it was something. She was really pretty. She told me she didn't like parts of her body and I told her I liked them just fine. That sort of thing.
And then, things got sort of distant - we still saw each other almost every single night - but we did less and less with each and more, just staring at things, like movies and then, we'd just go to sleep.
A lot of the movies she had were really cheesy, mushy love movies. Blech. A lot of them starred a dumb guy -
And the guy would be with this you know, great girl, who wanted a little more and the guy would balk and dump the girl and then go out with some trampy girl that's still in college, only then, then! to see the wrongs of his way and only then, then! does the girl find a better guy and finds out what guy's been up to and it's all just, no-way Jose. So, guy goes through, "I gotta grow up fast" stage and does the, "I'm going to sleep on her front porch and not eat until she let's me in again". I guess girls are into this type of thing in movies. They want some guy to be broken and suffer. Or something - maybe they require it.
I've done my share of ridiculously adorable things.
So, back to the real world, the girl dumps me, finally - just one day when I was sick and we, for some reason DIDN'T hang out each and every night that week and didn't talk on the phone - or whatever. She said she'd call and we'd hang out and be friends, but she didn't. Wa wa whatever.
A few months later: Valentines Day. And what do I do? Well, I drew her a drawing. It was in pen, like I do and then colored with watercolor. I finished at some ungodly hour and then hand delivered it to her door. Like, I do.
No response. For weeks.
Oh, yeah, I said I loved her. Not, "I'm in love with you" - just that I loved her - she was a special part of my life. That sort of thing. Just, wanted to make that part clear. We were hanging out for a couple of months, but we weren't all gushy like that. I wanted to say it. So I wrote her a letter, drew that drawing and gave it to her as I gift.
I finally contacted her: "What's up?"
She told me she was floored about the drawing.
How could I do something like that? And love. Love? Are you serious? Love? She told me she had barely told her parents that she loved them. Once. There was nothing of the sort between us. Leaving this at my door was creepy. This is weird. I can't understand. This is not acceptable.
etc.
And then, finally - I don't know what to do with the drawing. Please take it back.
I told her, that I didn't want a picture of her, back. I told her just throw it away.
