Sunday, July 13, 2008

Entry #20

First Blush
by Rita Lynn


Riding my bike makes the night come to life. It is better than a rollercoaster. Heck, with the engine vibrating between my legs who needs sex?

***

I walked out on him right in the middle of a fight. We’d just had mind-blowing, eyes rolled back in my head sex. Then he gets up to go to the bathroom. When he didn’t come back to bed, I went to investigate.

He was sitting in front of the computer, eyes glued to the screen, fingers typing away chatting, talking to some faceless girl. I ripped into him.

I was hurt that he could go from our bed straight to his computer. I was upset that he didn’t think anything of it. I was hurt that he’d used me to gratify himself while thinking about another.

When he started screaming back at me, I left.

***

Now I find myself understanding…The rush that I feel when riding this old bike is similar to the feelings of infatuation. Unfortunately this is only a temporary fix. Love is something much more than the first blush of sexual attraction. I wonder if he knows this and do I care?

15 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Definitely has the flavor of real life. Well done.

Sarah Hina said...

Their isolation from one another, and her hurt and anger, really cut through.

Some people need that constant high. I liked the comparison of the bike riding with sex--both are heightened sensations that won't last.

A dark, but effective, interpretation. Well done.

JaneyV said...

Sex and love, passion and betrayal - the bedrock of all misunderstanding between the sexes. It's a hard lesson for a loving passionate woman to learn, that great sex and love can be mutually exclusive but is simple sexual gratification necessarily a betrayal of genuine love? Or just a transient thrill like having a great big throbbing engine between you legs?

I like the way your piece poses so many age-old questions. And in the end I feel that the answer to the final question must be 'yes - of course you care'.

*~*{Sameera}*~* said...

Nice use of metaphors.

True,infatuation is like riding a bike!

klgilbert said...

Gutsy writing! I loved it.

PS - I hope she doesn't care.

Sheri said...

Seriously though! What a jerk to leave her and then type to another woman! I would have left too.

It made me feel angry along with your MC - well done!

Wannabe Writer said...

Thanks for all of your kind comments. -Rita

HavasuSharon said...

Oh man, I hope she doesn't cared, at least about him. A raw emotional piece that is sure to stir memories. Nice work.

BernardL said...

Counting your blessings is one of the most difficult things in life to do. Love stays a fleeting figure disappearing into the distance.

Scott said...

The gap between men and women is so glaring sometimes, and illustrated so well in this piece.

September said...

I felt her anger and pain...how dare he!

Good write....conveys emotions well.

laughingwolf said...

rings true to many situations i've heard about... nicely done

Linda said...

"talking to a faceless girl" -- great phrase! I feel her righteous pain. Good job.

jason evans said...

Very impressed that you tackled something so real in today's world. Well written. Potent subject. High marks.

Aine said...

Somehow I believe she really does care. But will he ever get past the addiction of infatuation?

Sometimes I just wish people would grow up....

Nice job!