antigravity II

[continued from 'antigravity I']

I couldn’t stop thinking about that girl. And, I could not forgive myself for forgetting to ask for her name and number. “What the fuck was wrong with me?” But then I put the blame all on my bitch girlfriend - it was all her fucking fault. I must have been too miserable because of her, to be unable to think straight. Fuck.

I called the damn bitch up that night… as required by her. I didn’t talk much as I was unconsciously retiring from the reality and spent every awakening moment thinking about that mysterious girl. The bitch probably suspected something wrong with me but, I didn’t give a crap.

I tried to sleep - but I couldn’t. I was listening to the radio and for some weird reasons, all the songs felt so damn sentimental. I was lofty and shit, stomach going antigravity on and off. I kept thinking to myself, what should I do now? The thinking boiled down to a few important tasks - to get rid of my bitch girlfriend, find out who is that mysterious girl inside my car that night and work on a relationship with her. I’d scour info around from people like Animal or my birthday friend that night (who happened to be Charles)… and others, if necessary. I just need to work on something instead of rotting from inside out like this. So, the plan was set.

But I did not get to meet any of the guys for another week or so. I suffered from insomnia throughout the whole period, kept thinking about that girl… and at the same time, haunted by my madcap bitch girlfriend. I swear if the wrought up situation were to last any longer than that… I would probably turn psychotic or something like that. Words cannot describe the feeling man.

Then came Saturday, exactly a week later. I met a friend who was in the same class as Animal. I pressed my luck and told that clueless guy that I was looking for a particular someone… and went ahead to describe the girl to him. The mission was to get me the name and number. With a steady sport, that friend of mine told me that he’ll try his best to look for the girl who fitted my description in his class. If not, he’ll GET ME A GIRL who looks exactly like that. [Friends like him are hard to find nowadays...]

I waited for another week for his findings. Again, more sleepless nights. The mental torment took a toll on me. I lost some weight and completely disregarded my fashion. It was as if I lost my job and was living off plain bread with rain water. My girlfriend on the other hand, completed her metamorphosis of turning into a fully functional canine - with a pair of hind legs, fur and a muzzle… complete with the barking as well. The relationship felt like a big boulder strapped on to my shoulder

That weekend, I decided to end the suffering. No, I did not kill myself. I dumped the bitch. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I just said it out like I was in a convenient store buying a box of breath mints, on the phone, “I think we should hang up and never call each other again” … and I was even watching the TV while doing that. Of course she cried like a banshee upon hearing that, but that did not affect me even a little. I stayed on to give her the honor of hanging up… but she just kept crying till I got really pissed and hung up on her. It was really unnecessary but, I was left with no choice. Phone bill’s not cheap. I’m not paying that just to hear her cry. She could have done much more instead of crying, if you know what I mean.

And that marks the end of my suffering and a beginning of a new chapter in my life. I was back to being single in just one phone call and regained all the faith and bandwidth to focus on courting that mysterious girl IF, I manage to find her. And I waited for that friend for one whole week, for the coming Saturday to meet my friend for his good news…

[to be continued... here]