Love.

SHORT STORY
My name is Jonathan, and just for the record I have never been in love. Yeah I have had plenty of girlfriends, of course I have had sex more than a few times, and I have even kissed other dudes because of dares, but I have never fallen in love. I don’t believe in love. I love you! Those three little words are so damn cliché. I hear them all of the time. I don’t think that many people really mean those words when they say them! All I hear is I lust you. Isn’t that what love is? Is true love something that really exists or is it just something to add on to the lust that we feel for one another. Where did love begin? With Adam and Eve? How did that turn out? A whole lot of fucking, spawning of children, and now look at all of us relatives fighting against each other in world wars! Love is just something that the media created to make a quick buck. Every time I think that I have found a couple that are in love reality sets in, some crazy ass scandal unfolds, and the relationship crumbles to pieces. I am sure this situation sounds at least a tad bit familiar to you! Have you seen anyone that can tell you at this very moment that they’re in love?
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Love is a figment of our imagination. It can’t be real, if it were why is there so much hate in this world? Out of 25 years of living the only love I have found is my relationship that I have with the porcelain god when I have had a little bit too much to drink. I mean think about it nothing is more willing to accept your sick. My friend Mark always tells me that I am going to find someone special someday. He tells me that I will be in a relationship just as lovely as he and his girlfriend Rachel. I don’t know what relationship he is looking at, lets see, Rachel has once thrown a portable phone at him, has pushed his computer through the wall, and dumped out all of the alcohol in the house. I don’t know about you but that relationship would have been done with the second I saw my Jose Cuervo going down the drain. So I am not looking forward to finding my ‘Rachel’ because I would like to stay out of the slammer!
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Every time my buddy Mark invites me to his house his girlfriend Rachel always has one of her friends over that she “really wants me to meet”. The sad part is that all of her friends are just about as anal as she is! I used to act like I would enjoy myself on these evenings but after about fifteen times I have learned that doesn’t help me at all. So lately when she has a friend over I act like an ass and within ten minutes I am sure they’re not interested in me. Me acting this way really tics off Rachel, it is such a comedy. After this situation was repeated several times Rachel eventually gave Mark an ultimatum, he could either stay with her or be friends with me. Of course Mark was blindsided by, so called, love and chose her. Is that really love? Does love make you choose one thing over another? Well because of love I have lost a best friend. Do you still wonder why I think love is a sham?
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Love in an illusion. I have never seen anyone have a happily ever after like the movies show, that is why I enjoy dramas and tragedies, they are more true to life. Today is Friday and I am going to do what I always do, I am going to go to the bar by myself, get a little drunk and go home alone as well. Well after about my fourth or fifth corona this woman walking passed the bar spilt her martini on me, my first reaction was anger but I couldn’t be angry when I saw her face. She had beautiful shoulder length black hair and had the most gorgeous green eyes that I have ever seen. She started to apologize and patted me down with napkins. Her voice was angelic.
“I am so sorry!” She kept saying over and over. “Is there any way I can make this up to you?” she asked.
“Actually, yeah, what is your name?” I asked casually.
“Rachel.”
“It’s really nice to meet you Rachel my name is Jonathan, and please don’t worry about the drink it’s perfectly fine.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, and are you sure I can’t do anything?”
“Well, would you like to go grab a bite to eat or something?”
“Actually, I would love that.”
“Well come on let’s go.” I said.
What is wrong with me? I have never been so forward with a woman before, I didn’t even think about asking her to dinner I just did it. She was beautiful. Even though I had just met her in a cliché romance movie kind of way, I feel as if I have known her since birth. We walked to the nearest delicatessen and spent the next few hours talking about everything from how to get ketchup out of the bottle to the deepest mysteries of life. I have never felt like this for anyone before. Is this what love is? I am so intrigued by this woman, I don’t want her to leave my sight, and she really seems to be enjoying herself. Is all that I thought about love wrong? Does love really exist? Am I going to have to take everything I have been saying for so many years and toss it? I guess it all comes down to if she will give me the chance to be there for her, if she will give me the chance to be her boyfriend. We were getting ready to leave the table when I finally decided to ask her what I wanted to this whole time.
“I have had such an amazing time with you, it was such a pleasure bumping into you, but I was wondering would you like to do this again sometime?”
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