It’s 2 o’clock in the morning. I can’t sleep. Why the fuck can’t I sleep. I guess cause I’m not comfortable in these 800 thread count sheets, or maybe it’s cause I don’t want to wake her up. She’s so pretty when she sleeps. Well see the thing is I know she’s not asleep either. This isn’t us. We’re the couple thats spent nights snuggled together in a twin sized bed without a bed frame or a headboard for most of our lives. This is weird. We finally moved in together and have this “Adult life” and these supposed “Grown up things” that neither of us even feel comfortable in yet. So it’s 2 o’clock in the morning and I don’t want to shuffle around so maybe just maybe she can sleep.
She has her back turned to me as I lay staring at our ceiling fan thats put on the lowest possible speed so I can see all 4 blades moving ever so carefully. That’s it I’ve had enough I can’t sleep and I need to do something. So I turn to my side and face the back of her head. I grab her by the waist and pull her close. I can feel her inhale quickly from being a bit scared by this action. She goes along with it anyways and moves closer to me. Her hair is in my face..blehhh it got in my mouth. She gets really close, and I figured nows a better time than any. I move my hand up from her waist all the way up her perfect figure up to her neck making my way to the side of her face. I brush her hair away from her ears so I can whisper something in to her ears. I lean over and whisper in the most seductive way I can ” Do you want to build a snowman?” She giggles and pushes me so she can flip over. I see her face.
She flashes me her perfect smile that starts from her eyes and ends with her opening her mouth to flash her perfect white teeth. Her brown eyes are so deep I get lost in them for a second. Uh oh here comes that stupid smile I have that gets me every time she give me that face. She puts her hand on my chest and says “I have a better idea. Let’s go on an adventure.” She gets up. Even after all these years I find in incredibly irresistible that she still wears my t-shirts and my way too big for her boxers as her PJ’s. She jostles her perfect brown hair for a bit and ties it up in a bun. She throws a shirt at me and yells “come on!” I already knew what this adventure was going to lead to and I couldn’t have been any happier. I put on the shirt she threw at me and we both slip on out moccasins and get in the car.
It’s 2:30 in the AM not a soul is creeping, and the only lights out our own headlights and the streetlights. We pull up to the closest 711 and I open her door. She grabs my hand and rushes me in. The cashier is looking at us in slight confusion, but then pays no mind. She grabs a pint of ben and jerrys phish food, two packs of twizzlers, a pack of sour punch straws, and a slurpee as big as her head. The cashier must think we’re high as hell right now. I can’t blame him. This is a lot of junk food. She then proceeds to ask for four Buffalo chicken taquitos. She gets me. I t all comes about to be $20 and without hesitation I pay. She grabs the bag of all the stuff and the slurpee and makes her way out the door. In stead of trying to get in the car she sits on the curb and tells me to sit next to her.
So there we were two “Adults” staring up at the night sky. ” she pulls the sour patch straws,which were apple flavored, and the strawberry twizzlers and says ” A good meal starts with fruits as appetizers.” Pulls out the taquitos and says ” Buffallo chicken as our entree! 2 for you and 2 for me!” She takes out the ben and jerrys and stares at it with intrigue, and looks at me and says ” And make sure you have room for dessert, sweetie!” with a smile as big as a 5th grader who gets to have ice cream for dinner. So we dig in. Taking sips from the slurpee when our mouths get dry. So we just kept sitting there and laughing and talking and eating a little kids dream dinner.
It’s 5 O’clock in the morning. The sun is rising and she finally falls asleep on my shoulder. One last scoop of ice cream left in the container and of course its in her spoon. I pick her up and put her in the passenger seat. I throw all the trash away, and I drive us home.
I look at her as she sleeps in my passenger seat.
I’m in love.
There are times that I want to have faith in humanity. When a fire man rushes into a burning building to save a puppy. When a soldier comes home to hug his family. When a kid sticks up to a bully while he is bullying another kid. My faith in humanity grows stronger.
Then I see people who think they are above others. Who think that because someone is a little bit different they have full right to push them down to the dirt, torment them, take their rights away.
When I see those people I start to lose my faith in humanity, and simultaneously lose my temper.
Religion is not an excuse to put someone else down. Why? BECAUSE IF YOU BELIEVE IN A HIGHER BEING AND YOU BELIEVE IN A RELIGION YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE FACT.
ALL RELIGIONS PREACH ACCEPTANCE AND KINDNESS TO EVERYONE. NOT A CERTAIN GROUP OF PEOPLE. TO EVERYONE.
DON’T EVER USE YOUR RELIGION OR YOUR GOD AS AN EXCUSE TO ACT LIKE A JACKASS
It’s a Friday night. I really have no plans, but I’m open to anything. A friend calls me and tells me a couple of the guys are going to a bar just a couple minutes away from where I was. Some drinks, good conversation, so I figured why not. I get dressed, grab my keys and drive.
I walk in and it looks just like any other bar. A bartender swarmed with people just making a drink for the next person, and people yelling at her for drinks. A bunch of young college girls jumping around the dance floor, and guys surrounding them. I take in all the noise and observe everything around me as I am trying to look for my friends. Ah! There they are sitting at the table with a pitcher and looking like the most obnoxious bunch. I head over and they all scream my name. I’m surrounded by smiles and everyone shaking my hand. For five seconds i feel like the man. I grab a seat and we start talking. Just the normal conversation all guys have. Girls, drinking, cars, drinking, sports, drinking. Nothing too out of the usual. Then I saw her.
From across the room, being the only girl not willing to act like an idiot. Guy’s kept coming up to her and she would shut them down one by one. With a beautiful smile, sun kissed skin, hair as dark as a raven, and eyes as big as an anime character. She was different. She wasn’t dressed like your average college girl going out to a bar. No, she was a bit sophisticated. She had on white pants and a black top. Glasses that rested right at the bridge of her nose. Her hair looked like it rested perfectly on her shoulders. No curls, no waves, just straight down. I noticed every detail. It may have been only 10 seconds that I was looking at her, but in those ten second my brain had already perceived her to be what true beauty looks like. Something about her told me she was a bit more modest than the rest of them and that it wouldn’t be easy to talk to her. Then on the eleventh second of course she looks straight at me. Shit. I must have looked creepy, what do I do? I flash her a smile out of nervousness. She flashes one back. Then that was it.
I missed my chance. Her friends come back and sweep her away.
That was the first time I saw what perfect could look like, and probably the last time.