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:
Definitely has the flavor of real life. Well done.
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.
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'.
Nice use of metaphors.
True,infatuation is like riding a bike!
Gutsy writing! I loved it.
PS - I hope she doesn't care.
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!
Thanks for all of your kind comments. -Rita
Oh man, I hope she doesn't cared, at least about him. A raw emotional piece that is sure to stir memories. Nice work.
Counting your blessings is one of the most difficult things in life to do. Love stays a fleeting figure disappearing into the distance.
The gap between men and women is so glaring sometimes, and illustrated so well in this piece.
I felt her anger and pain...how dare he!
Good write....conveys emotions well.
rings true to many situations i've heard about... nicely done
"talking to a faceless girl" -- great phrase! I feel her righteous pain. Good job.
Very impressed that you tackled something so real in today's world. Well written. Potent subject. High marks.
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!
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