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You know, I couldn't really tell you exactly why my relationship with
Monica Bloomington didn't work out. Maybe it was because I was
insecure with myself or maybe it was because I constantly demanded
attention like a wailing and flailing three month old newborn.
Regardless, I lost the best thing in my life.
Monica and I dated for two years. They were the best two years of my
life. She was one of those girls that you knew was just for you when
you saw her. Goddamnit, Ariel was for me... I know it. I'll never know
what it will be like to marry that girl... as much as I want to.
When we were twenty three we shared our first encounter. I think I
probably remember it more vividly than she would, because I can't seem
to get over her, so I hang on to everything I have involving her. You
may think I'm creepy, but in all reality, I'm just a sad, poor bastard
who is in love with the past.
It was winter. Sometime in mid-November. I remember hating the day
when I first woke up because there was snow outside. Tons of it. I
don't know why I hate the snow but every time there is a blanket of
white cold covering the lovely green grass, I get a bit disappointed.
To me, this was going to be another average, boring day at work. I
didn't know that on this particular day, my life would be changed.
I approached the parking garage with a dull, lifeless look on my face.
Creeping towards the entrance, I stopped at the gate. I nervously
fumbled the handle to the window with my shaking hands. It was pretty
cold. I then pushed my arm out into the cool, crisp, horrible, open
air. I ripped the hanging paper tongue from the dispensing machine.
The gate then lifted slowly and I drove through, scanning the parking
lot for a potential space. Moving along through each floor of the
endless structure, I became agitated at the evidence of no spaces.
Finally, after plunging my car through 8 levels of hell, I pulled into
the only parking space available. Just my luck, it happened to be the
furthest most spot in the furthest most corner that was the furthest
from the elevator. Forcefully jerking the keys from the ignition I
opened the door in a hurried and frustrated manner.
"This only happens to you." I thought aloud as I reached into the
backseat for my briefcase.
Finding what I was looking for, I slammed the door and began making
my way through the uninviting November air. The cold must have had a
weird effect on me as I decided not to take the elevator for some
reason in exchange for the stairs. As much as I hate the cold, I'm
glad I decided to take the stairs. Had I decided to take the elevator
there's a chance that I would have never met Monica.
I was walking slowly through the mass of cold concrete. Looking down
at my not-so shiny leather shoes, I remember thinking, "Maybe I'll
quit my job today." While chuckling at the nonsense of the thought
that had just crossed my mind I saw someone in the distance. It was a
woman. She seemed to be struggling with something. As I got closer I
noticed her beautiful features. She had the skin tone of an angel, a
very nice complexion that leaned more to the pale side than anything.
Her cheeks were filled with a rosy glow that convinced me that she was
the most beautiful human being I'd ever seen. Instantly I was faced
with the greatest debate in my life... whether or not to offer my
assistance to what appeared to be a beautiful girl in a sticky
situation.
My thoughts began an all out war, violently attacking one another.
"Go talk to her, what's the worst that can happen?"
"Is there a point in going over there? I mean she won't see anything in me."
"All she can do is say no."
"Give up. She's too pretty for you."
I don't know what exactly inspired me to gather up the courage to talk
to her and offer my help, but I did it. I coolly paced over to her car
with my trembling hands folded into my pockets.
Upon arrival I nervously stuttered, "H-h-hey, are you okay over here?"
I thought that I had broken the ice with the dumbest phrase ever. My
thoughts were all over the place at this moment.
"Goddamnit, do you think she noticed that I was nervous? Maybe she
understands because it is cold outside after all… she could have just
mistaken my nervousness for chattering."
The usually horrendous color of the white fluorescent lights looked so
much better in the reflection of her inviting, gorgeous ocean blue
eyes.
Making direct eye contact and with a hint of self humiliation in her
voice she replied, "No, I've locked my purse in my car and my keys are
in my purse."
"Well do you have a coat hanger? We could try to get in through the
windows and hit the unlock button."
Quietly laughing she answered, "Actually yes, I keep one on me at all
times. MacGyver taught me that back in college."
Realizing the stupidity in the statement I just made, I too began to
laugh. Feeling a bit awkward we felt each other with our eyes. I can
honestly say that this girl was the most beautiful girl I had ever
seen. Standing at five foot eight, she was a natural beauty with a
vice grip on me. Light brown hair fell just above her shoulders and
framed her naturally glowing face. Long, flowing eyelashes curled up
towards the heavens and her lips were so filled and puffy they looked
like they were cut out straight from the pages of Cosmopolitan. I
wanted to kiss her right then and there. She was sporting a more
businesswoman style of dress, yet still managed to put her own twist
on the usually bland and boring fashion. A black skirt touched her
legs right below the knees and a white button up shirt hugged her
slender torso.
I suppose the sound of my laughter gave her a reassurance about my
character. Maybe she thought I was creepy and this just proved me to
be more human. I smiled at her with my typical, not very nice grin.
She smiled back at me with the most genuine and comforting smile I'd
ever seen. Her front teeth had a slight gap in them yet I still found
her smile to be adorable.
"Well, do you have AAA?" I asked.
"No, do you?"
"No, but I do have BBB."
We began laughing in unison at the ridiculously stupid remark that I had made.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Monica. Monica Bloomington." Her voice sounded very soft and subtle
yet packed a feeling of self confidence.
"Well Monica, it's nice to meet you… I'm Rich. Rich Applegate.
Technically Richard Applegate but -"
Cutting me off and smiling at the same time she calmly answered back,
"It's nice to meet you too Rich."
"Oh, sorry… I tend to do that, you know… go on about a subject though
it's pointless and unnecessary."
"It's okay. Really, I didn't mean to sound rude by cutting you off."
Usually I would get pretty upset about being cut off, but for some
reason whenever Monica cut me off, it didn't bother me. Well, at least
until about a year and a half into our relationship anyway.
"Why do you park in this garage? I am going to go out on a limb here
and guess that you're working in an office around here judging by your
clothes."
"Oh, I do. I work as an accountant for Rodriguez & Bixler." She answered.
"Oh! I have a friend who works over there! Do you know Matthew Popinin?"
"Yeah, I don't talk to him much, but he seems nice when I see him.
Assuming you work around here too, would you care if I inquired about
you?"
Unenthusiastically I replied, "You assumed correctly… I work over at
that tall building that no one cares about over there."
"Oh, so does that tall building that no one cares about's company have a name?"
Laughing aloud I answered back, "Yeah, Colbert Industries."
"I actually knew that, but I wanted to see if you would elaborate."
"Oh. Well I am in charge of advertising over there."
"Uh Oh! I'm working with a creative one here!"
I was becoming very giddy around her. I liked her, almost instantly.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that…"
"Well if you want, you could take me to a locksmith."
"…Oh, well I have a cell phone, if you want to just call one."
Sarcastically but still smiling she responded, "I'm trying to spend
time with you here, in case you weren't picking up on that."
"Oh, hah, sorry."
"I mean, you don't have to take me, but you look like you need a day
off anyways."
"What about you? Are you going to just skip work?"
"I say we both call in. Maybe we could go to the locksmith and then
go get a bite to eat for lunch."
Never before had a beautiful girl or any girl asked me out. I was
flabbergasted. I was absolutely stunned and shocked. The morning had
started off on a terrible note, and the day had spun a complete one
hundred and eighty degrees.
"Sure. I'll call in."
"Good, that's what I wanted to hear! If you don't mind can I use your
cell phone when you're done with it?"
"Sure thing."
Monica smiled at me; her smile was reassuring as it always was. I
never called in to work, but looking back on it, I'm glad that I
seized that opportunity.
Even though things are done and over with, and it's a year later… I'm
still in love with Monica.
Monica Bloomington didn't work out. Maybe it was because I was
insecure with myself or maybe it was because I constantly demanded
attention like a wailing and flailing three month old newborn.
Regardless, I lost the best thing in my life.
Monica and I dated for two years. They were the best two years of my
life. She was one of those girls that you knew was just for you when
you saw her. Goddamnit, Ariel was for me... I know it. I'll never know
what it will be like to marry that girl... as much as I want to.
When we were twenty three we shared our first encounter. I think I
probably remember it more vividly than she would, because I can't seem
to get over her, so I hang on to everything I have involving her. You
may think I'm creepy, but in all reality, I'm just a sad, poor bastard
who is in love with the past.
It was winter. Sometime in mid-November. I remember hating the day
when I first woke up because there was snow outside. Tons of it. I
don't know why I hate the snow but every time there is a blanket of
white cold covering the lovely green grass, I get a bit disappointed.
To me, this was going to be another average, boring day at work. I
didn't know that on this particular day, my life would be changed.
I approached the parking garage with a dull, lifeless look on my face.
Creeping towards the entrance, I stopped at the gate. I nervously
fumbled the handle to the window with my shaking hands. It was pretty
cold. I then pushed my arm out into the cool, crisp, horrible, open
air. I ripped the hanging paper tongue from the dispensing machine.
The gate then lifted slowly and I drove through, scanning the parking
lot for a potential space. Moving along through each floor of the
endless structure, I became agitated at the evidence of no spaces.
Finally, after plunging my car through 8 levels of hell, I pulled into
the only parking space available. Just my luck, it happened to be the
furthest most spot in the furthest most corner that was the furthest
from the elevator. Forcefully jerking the keys from the ignition I
opened the door in a hurried and frustrated manner.
"This only happens to you." I thought aloud as I reached into the
backseat for my briefcase.
Finding what I was looking for, I slammed the door and began making
my way through the uninviting November air. The cold must have had a
weird effect on me as I decided not to take the elevator for some
reason in exchange for the stairs. As much as I hate the cold, I'm
glad I decided to take the stairs. Had I decided to take the elevator
there's a chance that I would have never met Monica.
I was walking slowly through the mass of cold concrete. Looking down
at my not-so shiny leather shoes, I remember thinking, "Maybe I'll
quit my job today." While chuckling at the nonsense of the thought
that had just crossed my mind I saw someone in the distance. It was a
woman. She seemed to be struggling with something. As I got closer I
noticed her beautiful features. She had the skin tone of an angel, a
very nice complexion that leaned more to the pale side than anything.
Her cheeks were filled with a rosy glow that convinced me that she was
the most beautiful human being I'd ever seen. Instantly I was faced
with the greatest debate in my life... whether or not to offer my
assistance to what appeared to be a beautiful girl in a sticky
situation.
My thoughts began an all out war, violently attacking one another.
"Go talk to her, what's the worst that can happen?"
"Is there a point in going over there? I mean she won't see anything in me."
"All she can do is say no."
"Give up. She's too pretty for you."
I don't know what exactly inspired me to gather up the courage to talk
to her and offer my help, but I did it. I coolly paced over to her car
with my trembling hands folded into my pockets.
Upon arrival I nervously stuttered, "H-h-hey, are you okay over here?"
I thought that I had broken the ice with the dumbest phrase ever. My
thoughts were all over the place at this moment.
"Goddamnit, do you think she noticed that I was nervous? Maybe she
understands because it is cold outside after all… she could have just
mistaken my nervousness for chattering."
The usually horrendous color of the white fluorescent lights looked so
much better in the reflection of her inviting, gorgeous ocean blue
eyes.
Making direct eye contact and with a hint of self humiliation in her
voice she replied, "No, I've locked my purse in my car and my keys are
in my purse."
"Well do you have a coat hanger? We could try to get in through the
windows and hit the unlock button."
Quietly laughing she answered, "Actually yes, I keep one on me at all
times. MacGyver taught me that back in college."
Realizing the stupidity in the statement I just made, I too began to
laugh. Feeling a bit awkward we felt each other with our eyes. I can
honestly say that this girl was the most beautiful girl I had ever
seen. Standing at five foot eight, she was a natural beauty with a
vice grip on me. Light brown hair fell just above her shoulders and
framed her naturally glowing face. Long, flowing eyelashes curled up
towards the heavens and her lips were so filled and puffy they looked
like they were cut out straight from the pages of Cosmopolitan. I
wanted to kiss her right then and there. She was sporting a more
businesswoman style of dress, yet still managed to put her own twist
on the usually bland and boring fashion. A black skirt touched her
legs right below the knees and a white button up shirt hugged her
slender torso.
I suppose the sound of my laughter gave her a reassurance about my
character. Maybe she thought I was creepy and this just proved me to
be more human. I smiled at her with my typical, not very nice grin.
She smiled back at me with the most genuine and comforting smile I'd
ever seen. Her front teeth had a slight gap in them yet I still found
her smile to be adorable.
"Well, do you have AAA?" I asked.
"No, do you?"
"No, but I do have BBB."
We began laughing in unison at the ridiculously stupid remark that I had made.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Monica. Monica Bloomington." Her voice sounded very soft and subtle
yet packed a feeling of self confidence.
"Well Monica, it's nice to meet you… I'm Rich. Rich Applegate.
Technically Richard Applegate but -"
Cutting me off and smiling at the same time she calmly answered back,
"It's nice to meet you too Rich."
"Oh, sorry… I tend to do that, you know… go on about a subject though
it's pointless and unnecessary."
"It's okay. Really, I didn't mean to sound rude by cutting you off."
Usually I would get pretty upset about being cut off, but for some
reason whenever Monica cut me off, it didn't bother me. Well, at least
until about a year and a half into our relationship anyway.
"Why do you park in this garage? I am going to go out on a limb here
and guess that you're working in an office around here judging by your
clothes."
"Oh, I do. I work as an accountant for Rodriguez & Bixler." She answered.
"Oh! I have a friend who works over there! Do you know Matthew Popinin?"
"Yeah, I don't talk to him much, but he seems nice when I see him.
Assuming you work around here too, would you care if I inquired about
you?"
Unenthusiastically I replied, "You assumed correctly… I work over at
that tall building that no one cares about over there."
"Oh, so does that tall building that no one cares about's company have a name?"
Laughing aloud I answered back, "Yeah, Colbert Industries."
"I actually knew that, but I wanted to see if you would elaborate."
"Oh. Well I am in charge of advertising over there."
"Uh Oh! I'm working with a creative one here!"
I was becoming very giddy around her. I liked her, almost instantly.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that…"
"Well if you want, you could take me to a locksmith."
"…Oh, well I have a cell phone, if you want to just call one."
Sarcastically but still smiling she responded, "I'm trying to spend
time with you here, in case you weren't picking up on that."
"Oh, hah, sorry."
"I mean, you don't have to take me, but you look like you need a day
off anyways."
"What about you? Are you going to just skip work?"
"I say we both call in. Maybe we could go to the locksmith and then
go get a bite to eat for lunch."
Never before had a beautiful girl or any girl asked me out. I was
flabbergasted. I was absolutely stunned and shocked. The morning had
started off on a terrible note, and the day had spun a complete one
hundred and eighty degrees.
"Sure. I'll call in."
"Good, that's what I wanted to hear! If you don't mind can I use your
cell phone when you're done with it?"
"Sure thing."
Monica smiled at me; her smile was reassuring as it always was. I
never called in to work, but looking back on it, I'm glad that I
seized that opportunity.
Even though things are done and over with, and it's a year later… I'm
still in love with Monica.