First LoveMy first love was Science. The feel of the test tubes, the flasks, the aroma if chemicals, the excitement of watching the end results.
Sadly, Math came between our love. I could not juggle numbers as well as I could theories and compounds. I could not keep up with the numerical ideas so entwined with the advances sciences of the academia.
I just wanted to experiment, watch in wonder as science explained the world around me, unraveling all the mysterious wonders of the universe. But all those numbers? No matter how hard I tried, I could not be at the same level as the numericals.
I couldn't handle the affair. Science and Math were hand in hand, no room left for me, even with my passions.
Anything For YouLook at them. They are so in love with each other. Or lust. Either way they have each other. What the hell am I supposed to do? I failed in so many relationships I just about given up on anymore. There was Richard, my first boyfriend. He cheated on me. Then there was Tommy, he cheated on me with another guy. Said he was confused. Think Alexander was after that, but we were polar opposites and ended up cheating on each other. Never say never, when put in that situation, anything can happen. Then I ended up sleeping with my best friend, J. I'll let you figure that one out. We didn't get together, but we kept sleeping with each other. Then when my next relationship came along, my gods, he couldn't handle the fact I was friend with someone who was already in my pants. Hello, I'm sleeping with your dumb ass. So that didn't last long. So now I'm single, horny, and wishing someone would just fall from the sky.
"Anything else I can get you, Shannon?" The waiter, Billie asked, refilling my wate
PicnicLisa sat down next to Jonathan. Her skirts billowed underneath her, swelling the fabrics. She blushed, embarrassed of her silly appearance. Jonathan didn't say anything; he only continued to stare off into the sky.
Lisa unpacked the picnic lunch, sandwiches and fruit slices, lovingly prepared for him and her. She took a dainty bite, pleased with her hard work. Jonathan didn't touch his sandwich.
Lisa nibbled on the fruit, the flesh breaking, juices flowing on her delicate tongue. She giggled, the flavors tickling her palette. Jonathan did not partake of the fruit.
Lisa popped open a bottle of wine, pouring a glass for each of them. She smiled as she clinked her glass to his. She proposed a toast, celebrating another year passing and to her health. Jonathan did not say anything.
Lisa leaned back against Jonathan's rock shoulders. He was cool to the touch like always. They watched the clouds drift by and she recalled the days they spent together.
As the sun began to set, Lisa packed up t
Last Chance "How can you not know?" Moira was astonished. Sparks, the creature standing before her, was unaware of his species' non existence.
"I just figured we were spread out all over the galaxy." He shrugged. "Been alone my whole life anyway. What's the big deal?" He put his arms behind his head, his fingers resting on his mop of hair. Despite his nonchalant attitude, his tail seemed to droop. Moira dropped into a nearby chair. The computer console hummed and beeped behind her.
"How do you know you're not the last," he stopped and looked at her. "Whatever you are."
"He has a point there, Moira," he robot companion, Zeezer commented.
Dinner Together Ryan sat across from Desiree. He went on and on about this day, eating his steak and mashed potatoes in between breaths. Her salad stayed untouched, sweating in the warm dining room. The waiter came by to refill her water glass. Her elbow was on the table, supporting her chin as she looked any where but Ryan's face. He continued on about his day.
"So then I told him, no that was the Wyoming account, not New Hampshire!" He laughed at his own joke. "I tell ya, the things those guys do."
Ryan continued to devour his cooked cow as Desiree watched the other tables. The other couples were more engaged with each other, laughing together and talking. Ryan only talked at her, not with her. When was the last time I laughed at your damn jokes, she thought.
Hot Chocolate Luis is a janitor that works in the office that I currently temp at. He smiles at all the ladies and gives them compliments. He jokes around with the men and trades sports stories. Sometimes in the midst of conversation, my co-workers forget he has a job to do, let alone their own work. I, on the other hand, keep at my pace, even when Luis visits my side of the cubicle.
"Hola, Francine." He pronounces my name Fran-See-Ne. I just smile it off, telling him good morning.
"Good to see you back," he continues.
"Uh-huh," I mumble, typing in data, my eyes only looking at the paperwork and computer screen.
"Ya think they would have a hired