When being asked a question, its like her mind fused into a bed of memories and revelation dialog all in the same breath. Each sentence that she got out, she sunk deeper and deeper into the couch's cushion. The way of speech didn't indicate that she needed the absorption of the pillows though. The nonchalance in which she delivered her thoughts offered an attitude that should have been clothed in black leather, dark shades, red lipstick and a Marlboro light danging from her lips with eloquence.
"Yah, Its jacked up. I know. I can remember my best friend graduating from high school, he boyfriend was suppose to be at her graduation party. He didn't show up. My friend, she knew he was screwin around on her. There were a few nights we had driven by his house. Each time we did, we would see a car that wasn't his, parked right next to his. He always denied even being home. I felt sort of icky doing these drive bys, and she would cry the same tears each time. Left me damn near depressed. Well, the day of the graduation party we actually left her party, her and I to do a drive by.This time my friend wasn't timid. Its almost like she refrained action for so long that she couldn't hold back. We parked the car down the road and she walked right into that place. She finally saw what she always wondered. This wasn't pretty. I tried to stay out of it, but finally I had to try and pull my friend off of the chick, I just wanted out. That same summer another friend of mine's boyfriend slept with her neighbor in her basement, while my friend was in the shower. This world is sick."
I guess we had heard of adultery and cheating. Graphic details however seemed foreign to the room. For some reason this made things tense and uncomfortable. Maybe because it was our first interaction with the new girl in town from the big city. There was an intriguing element to the pace of the story though. Each sentence seemed like there was more to be said, more to be felt. We kept inquiring, longing for a conclusion.At this point the piece of my famous orange-pinapple jello mold I cut for her was completely melted on her plate. Did she not like jello? I am not sure how she kept up with our questions, because we each had a set of them. As if she was put on display and we were interrogating her. We didn't mean to badger, it was weird, real weird.
" Yah. I was once seeing a guy in college. A real gem, ha. His reputation was mysterious. Athlete but not a total pig.One night a phone conversation got sidetracked and he described how much he liked high maintenance chicks, wasn't into the natural look.I think he watched too many rap videos and collected playboys from the 90s. After he said that I looked down at myself. My hair wasn't colored, and I had it tied, hanging right below my left ear with a piece of fabric I ripped from an old dress. You know, I liked the pattern. I had no nail polish on, no make up, a men's white tank top and a pair of black bike spandex shorts. That day I was convinced I would never try to be something for any dude. Emotionally, I disconnected and I am happy I did. Lets just say, he didn't value monogamy during this phase. I do, I really do."
These stories just were not cohesive? Why is this what is being spoken of. Man, I was almost convinced that all men were controlled by their penis'. I mean it sounded like every guys she knows was. I peered at her left hand and saw a diamond but no band. So I looked at her, met her eyes in that blank place that her story left off.
I asked... So why are you getting married?
"I forgive them all. Heck if God forgave Solomon, David's son for bangin 700 ladies who despised the God that delivered Solomon's people for years, even after being instructed to stay away from them, I gotta learn to forgive this piggish nature. Plus I haven't always tried to be all good, warm and fuzzy in my heart and action. My hope for a God given strength to love and be true is much stronger than the desire to find fault and sit in disgust. The one who gave me this ring, he tries and I trust his efforts."
