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a valentine's day story

by Emily G Myers

I walked into the room carrying a university store bag. He looked happy to see me... which doesn't exactly mean what it sounds to mean.

"Will you be my Valentine?" he asked.

"I'll be your just-good-friends-Valentine," I replied. I already had a Valentine. He knew that before he asked. He hung his head and laughed defeatedly. Ignoring the sinking feeling in my stomach, I silently wondered if the Glamour magazine in my bag would teach me anything I didn't already know about sex.

A few moments passed.

"I want more," he said, looking into my eyes. I looked away.

"Don't we all?" I asked, feeling guilty. It was true. I wanted to be near my boyfriend. Everyone wants more. You don't always get what you want. I pulled out the magazine and set it on my lap. He laughed as he read the titles of the articles aloud.

"Every Woman's Ob-Gyn Nightmare... Yes, You Can Change Your Body... Men On Why They Love Us As Is [yes, those two were on the same cover]... For Him! For You! Sexual Pleasure Crash Course... you gonna read all those?"

"Only some," I replied, trying to hide the inadvertent sensual tone my voice slipped into.

He knew which ones I'd read. And he knew why. And it had nothing to do with him. He hung his head again and laughed his defeated laugh.

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the aroma of unwashed hair
and unrequited love
and a futon not yet broken in

this room smells of dearth and failure

and there's nothing I can do about it

02/10/2003

Posted on 02/10/2003
Copyright © 2024 Emily G Myers

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