know more.
"Well then it's a good thing I called,” he said. God he was so cheerful. I hated it that he was so cheerful.
"Sure is. What's up?" I asked. I was sure he had called to discuss more than a Freudian - like discussion on what my night terror could mean. Did it point to a more disturbing part of my psyche that I had yet to explore? Anything was possible. Maybe I should see a shrink. Hah. Not likely.
My new-found insecurity had weaseled its way into my dreams and decided to torture my defenseless sleeping mind.
"I think we should go out tonight," he said. "Everybody's heading down to Lana. I think it'll be fun."
I begged to differ. Clubbing was the last thing I wanted to do tonight. I wanted to order some type of super fattening take out and watch a movie. The last thing I wanted to do was put on make-up and wear 6-inch heels that would torture my poor soles an hour after I put them on. Not to mention, the unbelievably uncomfortable short dress I’d be expected to wear.
"Ehh.. I don't think I feel up to it tonight." I stated blankly. "I'm feeling like a bum right now and I'm not in the mood to wear painful shoes and getting wasted."
"Come on please...for me babe," he pleaded. "We haven't had a night out in so long. I'm starting to feel old."
I hated to admit it but, he was right. I'd been turning him down a lot lately. A lot more than usual. I was stressed out. I was growing tired of my own pitiful excuses. It would only be a matter of time before Eric and the rest of our friends would stop asking all together. Which wouldn't really be a problem since then I could stop trying to come up with new excuses for not wanting to go out. Either way, I owed Eric. I had to give in every now and then.
Extremely loud obnoxious music blared from the apartment next door and I sighed. I could stay home and listen to crappy music or I could go out and listen to equally crappy music coupled with overpriced alcohol. The choice suddenly seemed obvious.
I would have to acquiesce for Eric's sake and my own. It would be cruel of me to constantly avoid spending time with him. He deserved more love and attention than I was currently supplying. He deserved more of me. I deserved peace and quiet but I would relinquish my needs tonight in favor of his.
"Ok ok," I complied. "I'll get dressed. Be here in two hours and you better look good." I ran through his wardrobe in my head and frowned.
"And don't try to look like a pimp! I hate when you do that shit!" I playfully shouted into the phone before I hung up.
Time to clean up.
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Two hours later, there was Eric. Punctuality was one of the aspects of Eric I loved most. He rang my doorbell, oozing with excitement. I rang him in and as I watched him coming up the stairs I was relieved to see he managed to pull off a decent outfit. He looked good. Really good. Sweet Jesus, if only we had time for a quickie before we left. But I knew there was no time.
I took one final look in the mirror. My long black hair laid pin straight down my back, just the way I liked it. I didn't have much tolerance for any bright colors tonight and so it was moments like these that little black dresses came in handy. Little black dresses or more commonly known as LBD's to women across the world, would forever be in style and could be called upon on any occasion. Funerals, work occasions, clubbing, you name it and you could get away with wearing one of these. This was perfect considering I lacked imagination when it came to style.
I followed the latest trends in magazines and shopped outfits directly from store mannequins. I wasn’t the type to spend hours at the mall matching shoes to belt clasps and earrings to bracelets. The tiny bit of imagination I contained always seemed to involve rolling heads and droplets of blood. I smiled at the thought. Not tonight.
My sky high stilettos looked devilishly good, but I would curse their very existence in a mere hour or two. The dark shadowy eye makeup worked
"Well then it's a good thing I called,” he said. God he was so cheerful. I hated it that he was so cheerful.
"Sure is. What's up?" I asked. I was sure he had called to discuss more than a Freudian - like discussion on what my night terror could mean. Did it point to a more disturbing part of my psyche that I had yet to explore? Anything was possible. Maybe I should see a shrink. Hah. Not likely.
My new-found insecurity had weaseled its way into my dreams and decided to torture my defenseless sleeping mind.
"I think we should go out tonight," he said. "Everybody's heading down to Lana. I think it'll be fun."
I begged to differ. Clubbing was the last thing I wanted to do tonight. I wanted to order some type of super fattening take out and watch a movie. The last thing I wanted to do was put on make-up and wear 6-inch heels that would torture my poor soles an hour after I put them on. Not to mention, the unbelievably uncomfortable short dress I’d be expected to wear.
"Ehh.. I don't think I feel up to it tonight." I stated blankly. "I'm feeling like a bum right now and I'm not in the mood to wear painful shoes and getting wasted."
"Come on please...for me babe," he pleaded. "We haven't had a night out in so long. I'm starting to feel old."
I hated to admit it but, he was right. I'd been turning him down a lot lately. A lot more than usual. I was stressed out. I was growing tired of my own pitiful excuses. It would only be a matter of time before Eric and the rest of our friends would stop asking all together. Which wouldn't really be a problem since then I could stop trying to come up with new excuses for not wanting to go out. Either way, I owed Eric. I had to give in every now and then.
Extremely loud obnoxious music blared from the apartment next door and I sighed. I could stay home and listen to crappy music or I could go out and listen to equally crappy music coupled with overpriced alcohol. The choice suddenly seemed obvious.
I would have to acquiesce for Eric's sake and my own. It would be cruel of me to constantly avoid spending time with him. He deserved more love and attention than I was currently supplying. He deserved more of me. I deserved peace and quiet but I would relinquish my needs tonight in favor of his.
"Ok ok," I complied. "I'll get dressed. Be here in two hours and you better look good." I ran through his wardrobe in my head and frowned.
"And don't try to look like a pimp! I hate when you do that shit!" I playfully shouted into the phone before I hung up.
Time to clean up.
-------
Two hours later, there was Eric. Punctuality was one of the aspects of Eric I loved most. He rang my doorbell, oozing with excitement. I rang him in and as I watched him coming up the stairs I was relieved to see he managed to pull off a decent outfit. He looked good. Really good. Sweet Jesus, if only we had time for a quickie before we left. But I knew there was no time.
I took one final look in the mirror. My long black hair laid pin straight down my back, just the way I liked it. I didn't have much tolerance for any bright colors tonight and so it was moments like these that little black dresses came in handy. Little black dresses or more commonly known as LBD's to women across the world, would forever be in style and could be called upon on any occasion. Funerals, work occasions, clubbing, you name it and you could get away with wearing one of these. This was perfect considering I lacked imagination when it came to style.
I followed the latest trends in magazines and shopped outfits directly from store mannequins. I wasn’t the type to spend hours at the mall matching shoes to belt clasps and earrings to bracelets. The tiny bit of imagination I contained always seemed to involve rolling heads and droplets of blood. I smiled at the thought. Not tonight.
My sky high stilettos looked devilishly good, but I would curse their very existence in a mere hour or two. The dark shadowy eye makeup worked
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