Story Sent in by Bill:
I had a great first date with Robin. It was like we were made for each other. We finished each other's sentences and had even just completed reading the same novel. I had a really great feeling about her.
Towards the end of the date, we walked by my car. I pushed her softly against it and we made out. She was really into it and grabbed me a bit tighter, then quickly shifted herself to the left.
Snap! My passenger-side mirror popped off as she jerked into it. It hung there by a wire.
My first impulse was to laugh, but Robin gave me a frightened look and jolted to reattach it.
"Don't worry," I said, "I can fix it."
"No. No, no... this can't be happening..." she muttered.
"It's really okay," I reassured her, "I can fix it."
She tried and tried to attach it, but it needed a bit more than hope to be fixed. It really wasn't a big deal, but she grew increasingly frustrated and desperate. I wanted to return to the whole kissing part, and I tried to pull her back into an embrace. But she wasn't having it.
Finally, she shouted and slammed the mirror against the side of the car in anger. Then, she tore past me and ran off. Never saw her again.
This is how her father died, you insensitive clod !
ReplyDeleteIt probably wasn't anger so much as frustration, fear, and embarrassment. I'm guessing this woman had been in an abusive relationship (or had an abusive parent) and something like this would have set her abuser off.
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