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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

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Four years ago I was angry at love because it hadn’t turned out how I wanted it to turn out. It wasn’t constant roses. It wasn’t a dream picked from the stars. It was jealousy, and yelling, and money, and hanging up the phone.

I travelled with Donnie, a boxer, to this laser light show in Adelaide somewhere, and he’d been on the drink again, and he kept telling me, “Drink,” and I kept saying, “Nah,” and he kept telling me, “Drink,” “Drink,” “Drink,” so eventually I caved into the bastard and drank.

“You’re paying for this, you cunt!”

“I have you,” he kept blurting, but I knew he didn’t have me for shit.

Some drinks later I met a girl. She was with a friend, and both she and her friend smiled about a lot of things, and I thought that it’s a damn special gift for someone to be able to smile about a lot of things.

“It’s a special gift for someone to be able to smile at a lot of things.”

“Oh?” She said.

“Oh,” I said back.

We walked outside and bought some burgers and as soon as we sat, stories began pouring out of her mouth. There was no stopping her. I wasn’t too sure about what she was saying, but I watched her mouth and her face anyway: it was so animated, so passionate – she’d giggle, she’d be furious, she’d smirk, she’d roll her eyes, she’d raise her eyebrows. I arm wrestled her and she beat me. Was this love? Was I in love? I wanted to pour beer on her then kiss her face.

For some reason Donnie didn’t want me to leave with her, but I did it anyway. She took me to her place, and as I stumbled around I instantly fell in love with her: she had Star Wars memorabilia, she had an electric guitar, she had piles of books, she had whiskey.

“I think, I think I’m in love with you,” I slurred.

She giggled. We kissed and went to her room. I took her skirt and panties off and saw the smallest penis I’d seen in my life.

“You didn’t know?” She said.

“What?” My heart was beating fast.

We yelled at each other for a while and she cried. “Listen,” I said, “you, you have a lot of nice books.”

I caught a cab back, had a shower, brushed my teeth, wept, watched some lingerie ads on YouTube and fell asleep for three hours.

 

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Book I’m reading: Wait Until Spring Bandini

ANAL

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Things I liked out about Anna: she loved The Weeknd, she loved mixing music and had a following online, she brought Surface Children with her wherever she went, she regularly bought her parents dinner. Things that annoyed me: she secretly loved chaos, she loved destruction, she enjoyed the drama in walking away from the flames.

I walked out of work to find Anna’s fiancé and a friend axing my car. I had only heard stories about people axing other people’s cars before, and it’s pretty much exactly how you’d picture it to be: it involves people with axes, severely damaging your car with those axes. They spotted me and I ran for my life, and after a lot of running and hiding I managed to get into my poor car (all the windows were shattered, there were holes everywhere and there was piss on my seat) and drive off.

I parked at Jude’s place and used the spare key he gave me to walk inside. Jude was out with a girlfriend. I showered, put his clothes on, looked at the mirror. I tried calling Anna but after a few rings it would always hang up. I messaged her a few times – her phone said she read my messages but she didn’t reply. I looked at her social media accounts: her fiancés photos were back, her loving status updates about him were back. There were plenty more logical things I could have done that evening, but in the end I decided to drink Jude’s wine while messaging some girls and asking them if they wanted to visit me. After about an hour or so of drinking, Anna finally picked up her phone:

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I said.

“What’s up?”

“You back with him?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

There was silence.

“You know, you know what he did to my car?”

“I know I’m sorry, baby,” she said, “I just sent him the photos of us together to make him jealous and he took it the wrong way.”

“Why did you do that?”

She giggled a bit. “Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as the other guys he went after.”

“What other guys?”

“Are you drunk?”

“What other guys?”

“I miss you. Please don’t –”

I hung up the phone and wondered if I should catch a bus to work the next day. I hadn’t caught a bus in years. My phone vibrated: one of my friends, who was funnily enough named Annabelle, replied to my message.

Are you drunk? she texted me.

Why is everyone asking that?

Well, are you?

Of course.

I’ll be there soon.

Cool.

Okay if I don’t wear makeup?

I pictured her without makeup. Sure.

Have you eaten?

No. Have you?

Yeah.

That’s fine, I’ll eat something from the fridge.

She came over, and we sat by the balcony and she told me about everything that was happening in her life and I told her about everything that was happening in my life. I walked over to her and kissed her.

“You know I have my period, right?” she asked.

“That’s okay… Anal?”

We drank and we kissed some more and I took her to Jude’s couch. I drunkenly took her shorts off.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said.

“I have, and I don’t know how to feel about it each time.”

She laughed. Afterwards, I tried to put it in her mouth and she screamed at me.

“Fine, I’ll shower first.” I stumbled away, took a shower, and stumbled back out. I looked at her all drunk and sprawled on Jude’s couch: she was watching 12 Years a Slave on Blu-ray, and to her right, next to the remote, was a patch of blood mixed with small pebbles of shit.