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fandomhigh2012-06-18 03:11 pm
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Relationship Ed, Monday
Jeff was sitting on top of his desk today, his feet kicking back and forth through the air while he fiddled with his fingers. "Hey," he started, sounding a lot more downcast than usual. "The thing about relationships is-- the thing is," he said. "The thing is that sometimes they end, and you might not even know why."
"I fell into the trap of blaming apples when my last one ended. Well... not really. The apples just seemed like a convenient target. Basically... she ran into an old someone... else, and they decided to go off and explore their feelings together." Feet-wag. "Nobody tells you these things happen, you know? That 'exploring your feelings with someone else' really just means 'leaving'."
He smiled. It was a thin smile.
"My first relationship, I'd just graduated, I had to move away," he said. "She started the conversation, about... leaving. It felt like the world was ending. Like everything had just come to a stop. I didn't know what to do with myself without her. So I ran off. Did a lot of drinking. Tried to talk to women again, but it took me ages to stop comparing enough to stop making an arse out of myself, and by then I was making an arse out of myself for completely different reasons. 'Coz I was nervous."
He shrugged. "No assignment this time," he said. "This is the end. And nothing prepares you for the end. Not even apples."
He helpfully produced a basket of apples and set it down next to him. "They're tasty, though," he offered. "So take one and think about it."
Beat.
"And remember: you really can't explode of having too much sperm locked up in your pants."
Thank you, Jeffrey. Thank you.
"I fell into the trap of blaming apples when my last one ended. Well... not really. The apples just seemed like a convenient target. Basically... she ran into an old someone... else, and they decided to go off and explore their feelings together." Feet-wag. "Nobody tells you these things happen, you know? That 'exploring your feelings with someone else' really just means 'leaving'."
He smiled. It was a thin smile.
"My first relationship, I'd just graduated, I had to move away," he said. "She started the conversation, about... leaving. It felt like the world was ending. Like everything had just come to a stop. I didn't know what to do with myself without her. So I ran off. Did a lot of drinking. Tried to talk to women again, but it took me ages to stop comparing enough to stop making an arse out of myself, and by then I was making an arse out of myself for completely different reasons. 'Coz I was nervous."
He shrugged. "No assignment this time," he said. "This is the end. And nothing prepares you for the end. Not even apples."
He helpfully produced a basket of apples and set it down next to him. "They're tasty, though," he offered. "So take one and think about it."
Beat.
"And remember: you really can't explode of having too much sperm locked up in your pants."
Thank you, Jeffrey. Thank you.
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Now he felt like calling George.
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