#154

what I can remember (lover's edition)

Jean Cocteau

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Reflecting on past lovers. Call it a writing exercise, some juicy/funny shit for the paid subscribers.

J: Monster cock. Sloppy kisser. Balding. Bought me an 80$ bouquet of orchids on our first date and left the price tag on. Taught high school English and would sometimes tell me about his “hot students”. His parents had a weird house in the country and a big pool. Years later, I ran into him in NDG. He was dating some lingerie designer, which he couldn’t wait to tell me about. You probably know who she is. Pretty sure she dumped him. Gemini.

R: drove a big red pick up truck and used to send me Why? songs via Facebook messenger. MOODY. Very My Type. Boy Scout leader. Could build shit with his hands. When he got married his wife wouldn’t “let” him invite me to their wedding. They are divorced now. Crashed Noah’s van into a highway guardrail and told me I still looked pretty with a bloody mouth and a fucked up neck on the way to the hospital. I didn’t ask. Liked chasing 17 year old ingénues. A pervert I still wonder about sometimes. Leo.

V: He drove a Lexus and his father was a dentist. We had nothing in common besides the fact that we both enjoyed The Clean. Spineless and somehow sexually aggressive at the same time. Years of repressed anger lurked just beneath the surface, that thin veneer of midwest charm.