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It’s my honest
belief that no matter what I do, there is no woman who can resist my charms.
All I have to do is turn them on. Employ some skills and a little romance, and
Sam will come running back to me. Time to send the flowers. I dial the number
of my favorite florist and order two dozen roses to her house. The note
attached reads,
Let’s not deny what we have together. I can explain it all, if you just give
me the chance.
Now all I have to do
is sit by the phone and wait. The good thing about that florist is they are
open late, so Sam will get the flowers tonight and probably call me really
soon.
As I’m eating dinner, I
nervously glance at the clock. It has been over an hour and no call. Perhaps
the florist is busy. I pick up the phone and call them to ask if they have
delivered the flowers.
“Yes, Mick, they went out right away. We delivered the flowers more than forty
minutes ago.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
As I hang up the phone,
the unfamiliar pang of rejection sets in. It does not sit well. I need to know
how Sam feels, and I need to know now! Picking up my phone, I send her a text.
“ Did you get the flowers I sent?”
There is still no
response. I wait around another hour, but she still doesn’t text me back. Damn,
Sam’s a tough one, or maybe she’s just out for the night. That’s probably it.
When I go to San Onofre tomorrow, I will be able to talk to her face to face.
The sound of breaking glass interrupts my thoughts. The alarm sounds and my
heart leaps straight into my throat. I run to where the noise originated to see
what’s happening. A fire is burning my living room. The bamboo floors are no
match for the flames and are instantly engulfed. The long, white drapes are
hastily burning to the ceiling. It’s a big fire. My eyes follow the wreckage of
window shards and I notice a bottle with a rag in it, lying broken on the
floor. I can hear sirens in the distance, even as I’m rushing for a fire
extinguisher. There’s one in the kitchen. I stumble to pull the pin and run
back to where the fire is. I spray it as best I can to try and put out the
flames, but it is not enough—the fire has just gotten bigger. It’s time for me
to either die in this house, or save myself.
As I run out of the house, a piece of wood falls from the
ceiling, striking me in the back. It stings and makes me realize that getting
out now is the right thing to do. I open the door and stand outside, awaiting
the firetrucks.
Chapter 10 – A lover scorned
“Mick, get
the fuck out! I don’t ever want to talk to you again!”
Slamming the door behind me, I am immediately brought to tears. How is it
that I keep letting this happen to me? Am I some kind of love idiot? One
thing is for sure: I do not want to get into a situation like I was in before
with John. Sometimes I wonder if I am meant to find love at all.
I can’t believe I let Mick fuck me. Again. Tears stream down
my face as I fall asleep, wracked by sobs.
My alarm shocks me awake. It’s eight a.m. and I have a lesson at nine. No
time to go for an early morning surf . Recalling the events of the night
before, my mood immediately sours. I quickly pack my bag and rush out the door.
Arriving at the beach, I empty the van and begin prepping all the gear. An
older couple approaches me, holding hands. They look very much in love. Being
so lost in my thoughts, it takes me a while to catch on to who they are.
“Hi, are you Sam?” It’s the McCalls, here for their nine a.m. lesson.
“Yes, I am. You must be the McCalls.”
“We are, and we’re ready for our lesson.”
“Perfect, let’s get started.”
I take them through the same
belief that no matter what I do, there is no woman who can resist my charms.
All I have to do is turn them on. Employ some skills and a little romance, and
Sam will come running back to me. Time to send the flowers. I dial the number
of my favorite florist and order two dozen roses to her house. The note
attached reads,
Let’s not deny what we have together. I can explain it all, if you just give
me the chance.
Now all I have to do
is sit by the phone and wait. The good thing about that florist is they are
open late, so Sam will get the flowers tonight and probably call me really
soon.
As I’m eating dinner, I
nervously glance at the clock. It has been over an hour and no call. Perhaps
the florist is busy. I pick up the phone and call them to ask if they have
delivered the flowers.
“Yes, Mick, they went out right away. We delivered the flowers more than forty
minutes ago.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
As I hang up the phone,
the unfamiliar pang of rejection sets in. It does not sit well. I need to know
how Sam feels, and I need to know now! Picking up my phone, I send her a text.
“ Did you get the flowers I sent?”
There is still no
response. I wait around another hour, but she still doesn’t text me back. Damn,
Sam’s a tough one, or maybe she’s just out for the night. That’s probably it.
When I go to San Onofre tomorrow, I will be able to talk to her face to face.
The sound of breaking glass interrupts my thoughts. The alarm sounds and my
heart leaps straight into my throat. I run to where the noise originated to see
what’s happening. A fire is burning my living room. The bamboo floors are no
match for the flames and are instantly engulfed. The long, white drapes are
hastily burning to the ceiling. It’s a big fire. My eyes follow the wreckage of
window shards and I notice a bottle with a rag in it, lying broken on the
floor. I can hear sirens in the distance, even as I’m rushing for a fire
extinguisher. There’s one in the kitchen. I stumble to pull the pin and run
back to where the fire is. I spray it as best I can to try and put out the
flames, but it is not enough—the fire has just gotten bigger. It’s time for me
to either die in this house, or save myself.
As I run out of the house, a piece of wood falls from the
ceiling, striking me in the back. It stings and makes me realize that getting
out now is the right thing to do. I open the door and stand outside, awaiting
the firetrucks.
Chapter 10 – A lover scorned
“Mick, get
the fuck out! I don’t ever want to talk to you again!”
Slamming the door behind me, I am immediately brought to tears. How is it
that I keep letting this happen to me? Am I some kind of love idiot? One
thing is for sure: I do not want to get into a situation like I was in before
with John. Sometimes I wonder if I am meant to find love at all.
I can’t believe I let Mick fuck me. Again. Tears stream down
my face as I fall asleep, wracked by sobs.
My alarm shocks me awake. It’s eight a.m. and I have a lesson at nine. No
time to go for an early morning surf . Recalling the events of the night
before, my mood immediately sours. I quickly pack my bag and rush out the door.
Arriving at the beach, I empty the van and begin prepping all the gear. An
older couple approaches me, holding hands. They look very much in love. Being
so lost in my thoughts, it takes me a while to catch on to who they are.
“Hi, are you Sam?” It’s the McCalls, here for their nine a.m. lesson.
“Yes, I am. You must be the McCalls.”
“We are, and we’re ready for our lesson.”
“Perfect, let’s get started.”
I take them through the same
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