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    Quirks

    ”So are you gonna tell me what it is, or are you just gonna sit there grinning like an idiot?”

    ”Alice, you know you don’t want to hear this.”

    ”Bette, come on, we’re friends, right?” I looked at her with a suspicious eye when she posed the question. ”Jesus, Porter, I’m so over you. It’s fine. Just tell me.”

    She still hadn’t convinced me, despite her best efforts. We had split up a little over four months ago, nearly three times the length of our actual relationship, if you could even call it that. Alice was a few years younger than me so I guess I should have expected her to get attached as quickly as she did. It began as a phone call every other day. Then it progressed into the old ”I was in the neighborhood” line when she started showing up at my gallery or on my porch step everyday.

    I’ll admit, the sex was good. Alice was super experimental and down for whatever, whenever, and wherever. Despite her sense of sexual adventure, I found myself losing interest rather quickly, which was typical of me. I was never really known for my ability to commit. Something just wasn’t right between us. It was a little one-sided. But I knew from the beginning she wasn’t the one. It’s always tough when one person is more vested in the relationship than the other. Alice and I simply did not belong together.

    Yet, I also knew that I deeply cared about her and that I definitely wanted her in my life in some capacity. She jumped at my lame and archetypal ”let’s be friends” offer, but I knew it may very well have been because she thought I would change my mind about us later on down the road. Unfortunately for Alice, I found plenty of other women to occupy my time with almost immediately after we called it quits and, well, let’s just say it was obvious that she struggled with her jealousy.

    And now, she’s asked me, point blank, what I see in Tina that I didn’t see in her; the beautiful blonde who walked into my gallery and, by default, my life, nearly eight weeks ago and had taken up residence in my every waking thought. Two weeks after that fateful night, the over-sized Catherine Opie piece her boyfriend had custom ordered had finally arrived for him to pick up at my gallery. Once the piece was securely in his possession, he drove off into the sunset and effectively ended our art dealer-client relationship.

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    Comments

    1. Well dang Miss MeLL..that shor’ was short and sweet!…boom!…like yur style!..You keepa’ writin’…I keepa’ readin’!..where you been all my life…come back and post soon ya hear?…xoxo

    2. Welcome to the site with the greatest writers
      Fanfic the planet.
      Adorable as Bette describes the peculiarities
      Tina that made her fall in love with her, too
      beautiful.
      Do not stop writing this story.
      5 stars.

    3. Simply adorable, thank you !!
      I just love this so simple yet miraculous way one never can say why they fall in love with someone – it’s just it, something magic, impossible to explain to others and even to ourselves…
      Now, thinking about the way I would answer to the “why” I love my own one true love, I also see her way to smile, to react, those little gestures, her way to express things… but the mystery of it would remain !
      All I can think about, as I always did, is the famous quote of Montaigne about his friendship with La Boetie – but I only know it in french : “Parce que c’était lui, parce que c’était moi”. Period ! :-)

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