Missed Connections: You Were In Front Of Me At Walmart In Corpus Christi, Texas
Sometimes my heart feels for those who missed out on love. I’m going to start a new series of blogs that talk about what might have been.
“Hey Chaps. These blogs gonna have a soundtrack or somethin? Love when you do that. I just throw in ma’headphones and sail away with you on a written adventure. No biggie if you cant.”
Nah. That’s no problem, homie. Here we go. Press play.
I was standing there feeling kind of shy. You. Oh you. You were loading your cat’s items on the counter. As the 36 cans of fancy feast started to move down the conveyor belt, I felt my heart move slowly toward yours as well. Was it is your smile? You betcha. Was it the neat tattoos? No doubt about it.
You see, I’ve long watched a little pornography starring lovely ladies (and some men) who are heavily tattooed. A fetish? Not quite. Borderline tho. No question about that.
When you looked back at me and smiled, my groin tightened up like the slack of a rope when you’re removing a tree stump from your property. There was no looseness or slack in my slacks. Make no mistake about that. As you grabbed your bag of cat related items and headed out the door, I followed you home.
Finally, I had worked up the courage to knock on your door. When you opened the door, you were wearing a sexy little number. I didn’t know if you were an actual nurse or if you were dressed up like a slutty nurse because you saw me sitting outside in my truck drinking a Pepsi and you knew I would eventually come inside. Cum inside. Haha just goofin. It was just an outfit. I later learned that you did think about going to nursing school but you decided on accounting instead. You had some regrets about that but there’s nothing that can be done about it now. Your tits looked dope in that costume. I’ll never forget that.
That was 7 months ago. We’ve been together every single day since. Yesterday, you told me that you were pregnant. How exciting! I never thought that I would be a father and I’m not sure that I’m ready. I’m scared. I’m frightened. I’m so nervous that I cant even have this talk with you in person. That’s why I typed it out. I’m sorry, but I’m leaving. I’m moving to Italy and will never be back. Good luck to you and our son.
* presses print as he walks out of the door leaving her in the middle of the night *
Holy shit. Maybe I should have minded my own business.