The Girl I Loved – Part 1

This is a work of fiction.

I clearly remember the first time I met Jennie. Right now…it feels like a dream because it happened many years ago but it was real. At least I thought it was. We barely spoke but I couldn’t help feeling like I knew her from before. Plus she had beautiful, long blonde hair which amplified her beauty and I was a sucker for women who liked to take care of themselves.

I’d asked my friend Sherrie to set me up with someone and surprisingly enough – Jennie was available. Anyway Jennie had no clue about the set up…I decided to keep it to myself since I was in the process of getting over a nasty break up. Plus I was in town for a few weeks and it wasn’t enough to sustain a new relationship.

Man…I guess you could say I was full of excuses.

I pursued her doggedly – grabbing whatever opportunity I could get to spend time with her. . . taking her for bike rides, picnics at the beach and drinking wine at her favorite places.

We met a couple of time and nothing happened. Or rather, I didn’t really push her too much…I was happy meeting her and hanging out with her whenever we could…I didn’t make a move because I felt she was out of my league…or maybe I was scared to be vulnerable.

Manly men like me are conditioned to be gruff and tough. I wanted to show her more of me…what lay inside my heart but I guess I didn’t know how to do it.

Till something happened. Imagine my surprise when one day while saying good bye after a particularly nice date she demanded – literally demanded that I should kiss her.

That kiss changed everything. It was one of the most memorable nights of my life.

Till I fucked up.

To be continued…..


Fatal – Part 1

This is a work of fiction.


It was love at first sight for me.

Oh yes, what would a 23 year old know about love? A lot actually. Just because you are young doesn’t mean you don’t know the meaning of love.

I’ve been lied to, been cheated on, have been treated like I was a piece of shit. But I moved on. Each time, a stronger and better person. Because I know, I am a good guy.

How did we meet? Ah, at the local grocery store. We used to wind up at the same store at the same time and I finally got the guts to strike up a conversation with her. We became good friends. We met for coffee, went out for movies, and then finally – drinks.

I did not intend to kiss her in the cab. No, I didn’t.

The entire evening was perfect. She was perfect, with her sunny smile and beautiful eyes. Some women are just so…god damn it. I was barely holding it together.

” I don’t date younger guys.” – She had repeatedly told me.

Hence the surprise when she kissed me back. Molten chocolate mixed with her breath which reeked of alcohol…she tasted divine and for that one night, I knew she would be mine.