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The Story of My Life (working title) |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! 
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This is dedicated to the very special lady by whom it was inspired. Thanks for the memories *KC* I awoke to the voice of the morning drive time disk jockey barking out the statement "If you are not already out the door you are really late!" I realized then that today was not going to be one of my better days. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a quick cup of coffee as I was getting dressed. I didn't notice the nickel-sized stain until I was almost out the door. I just happened to glance up into the mirror my wife had hung on the wall in the foyer. It was an antique she had found when we were vacationing in the vineyards of Southern California the year before. Though every passing second put the future of my career in that much more jeapordy I couldn't help but smile as I remembered the look in her eyes when she spotted that old mirror. Snapping out of my momentary trance I ran back upstairs and changed into a fresh, clean shirt. Then bolted back down the steps and out the door. Slamming it hard behind me. Two seconds later I heard it. The loud crash and glass shattering. I felt my heart jump into my throat as I turned around slowly, hoping against all hope, that the sound I heard was one of the oval shaped etched glass windows of the front door breaking. As I caught the glint of the door I felt a great sense of relief as I saw my own pale reflection staring back at me. I pointed one finger toward the sky and said, "I owe you one!" It was then that I saw my wife's smirky little grin. She knew what I was thinking and why I looked so terrified. "I thought it was......" "The mirror" she finished my sentence for me. She had been able to do that since the day I met her. She said "I'll call the repairman. You'd better get to work." I smiled, kissed her on the cheek and started towards my car. "Umm.....Sweetie?" She called from behind me. "You might want to take this with you." With that smirk, now grown into a full-fledged grin. "God, where is my head this morning?" I remarked as I took my briefcase from her outstretched hand. "What would you do without me?" She asked jokingly. "Evolve backwards! Back to being an ape for me!" I said through the wide smile now plastered across my face. Two more kisses and an I love you later found me on the on-ramp to Interstate Eighty five. The first few miles of the eighteen mile drive is always slow due to the neverending construction that always keeps at least one of the three South bound lanes closed. So, it gives you time to think while driving. Which is exactly what I found myself doing this morning. I was lost in the memory of how I had met my wife of two years. on line chat Most people would say that finding love on the internet is not possible, but that is exactly how we met. I had been chatting on line for about six months with nothing more than finding a friend in mind when I saw her user nickname pop up in an instant message window. I don't remember the exact message she sent. In fact, I wasn't really impressed with her at first, but we just kept bumping into each other in chat rooms and became friends. Soon we were meeting nightly. Neither of us looking for more than someone to listen to our problems. Someone to be a shoulder we could lean on. The more we talked the more we realized how much we have in common. We share a lot of the same beliefs. A lot of the same ideas of what life is all about, but the biggest thing we had in common was the fact that we were both very lonely. We were both married at the time. She for fifteen years. I for eight. Both of us had small children at the time. A total of five all together. Her two sons and a daughter and I two sons. Needless to say it was a very complicated situation. We would meet each other on line and share a dream of forever in each others arms. Longing to hold each other tightly as we kissed each others lips. We met nightly like that for six or seven months before we decided to take the chance and make those dreams a reality. We decided to meet on a Saturday night in late June. She had to work that morning so I made the drive to Memphis, Tennessee, which is where she lived. It was an eight and a half hour drive from the small town I lived in in western North Carolina. the first real meeting It was a little past seven in the evening when I arrived in Memphis so I sat in my car in front of The Silver Dollar Bar where we had planned to meet at eight. As I sat there I couldn't help but wonder if this was all a big mistake. I knew that a lot of people would be very disappointed in the both of us for what we were doing, but I didn't really care at that moment. I knew I loved her and hoped she felt the same. The only way to really know how both of us felt was for us to meet in person and see if there was something to the chemistry we felt over the phone. Little did I know at the time that I was about to have a date with destiny. From the moment I saw her step out of her car I couldn't take my eyes off her. It was like I was paralyzed by her beauty and charm. She went in the bar and I followed shortly after. I walked past her to the bar and ordered a beer then went back and sat directly across from her so I could see her from the table where I was sitting. We sat there for a few minutes not wanting the other to catch us looking at each other. When finally she spoke, and I thought for a second that my heart was going to leap right through my throat. The words she said caught me a little off-guard, I suppose, would be the best way to describe the feeling. "Is your name Frank?" This is the very first question I heard from her in person, and believe it or not, I smiled at the question and said "No, my name is Jeff." Then it happened, I saw her smile and I knew that we had a special bond thing happening. She said, "Are you gonna sit there all night ? or are you gonna move over here so we can talk?" I moved over to the table she was sitting at and I asked her "Who's Frank?" She said with a chuckle, "Well, I didn't want to make myself look like a fool if it hadn't been you, so I made up a name and asked." We sat there and talked for a minute and I inadvertantly touch her arm with my hand. I can only hope to one day be able to describe the sheer electricity that I felt travel through my body with just that single touch. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Then she said "You wanna go some place a little more private?" and I was floored by the question, not able to speak I just nodded my head up and down. When we got outside the bar she told me to follow her that we could go to the park. So I got into my car and followed her. When we got there and parked we got out and went to a picnic table and sat down. Before I could say a single word she had her lips pressed to mine. And the warmth of her lips, so soft and supple, so invitingly warm was the most beautiful feeling I had felt in quite some time. Taken by the surprize of her boldness, I put my arms around her and kissed her back. I know there is no way I can describe the electricity of that moment, so I guess you'll have to settle for a very big WOW! Soon the park started filling up with people walking the track or playing basketball so she suggested we go to another park that wasn't as widely used as the one we were at. We got back into our cars and I followed her again to the other, very secluded, very quiet, and yes, very perfect place for us to continue that kiss. It had begun to drizzle before we left the first park we went to and in the distance we could see lightning flashing across the clouded-grey skies. We got out of our cars and went to a picnic table that was perfectly positioned in the shadows of a big oak tree so no one could see us unless they walked up to where we were. And kiss we did. Even though it was only for a few hours it felt to me like I had been in her arms forever. There was such a familiarity to them it felt like I had been lost and searching forever and finally found my way home. We talked and laughed and cried in each others arms that night; knowing we had a rough road ahead of us, but we both knew that this was something that was meant to be. At the end of the evening I walked her to her car and we kissed again. A long, passionate, good-bye for now, kind of kiss that isn't easily forgotten. I had to follow her back to the interstate, being that I got lost when I follwed her to the park, and as I started for home tears filled my eyes because I was leaving behind the most wonderful woman I had ever met. All the way home that night I kept thinking that if there were ever angels put on this Earth then I had certainly found one, and she had touched me deeply. I can still, to this day, taste the wierd combination of beer and M&M's that we shared that night. You know? It's funny how you remember all the smallest details of a perfect evening and yet the time seems so distant. Almost as if it happened a lifetime ago. < !signature--> Wise man say "Those who live in the past let the future sneak up on them" and "Make each moment count, it could be your last" [This message has been edited by Jeffrey Carter (edited 10-24-2000).] |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Jeffrey - I'll get back to this later - but I did want to maybe suggest removing the bolding - I find it kind of distracting to have the whole piece bolded!  Chris |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
Sorry about that Christopher....Is this better now?  |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Much better Jeffrey!  No ofense, but I found it hard to get into the subject matter itself. I know it happens, and I know that there is often a lot more than what appears on the surface when you're discussing matters like extra-marital affairs. However, you didn't provide that here. You simply told the readers that you two were cheating on your spouses, basically. Perhaps it's just me, but that took a lot of the "flavor" out of an otherwise well-written story. Perhaps (in my op of course) if you added some of that justification, or included some feelings of guilt and wrong-doing, I might be able to make more of a connection. Just my 2 cents. Chris |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
Thanks Christopher, I respect your opinion and I just wanted to say that this is only the begining of the story. (guess I shoulda mentioned that earlier huh?) There is another chapter coming soon and it will entail all those feelings of guilt and the justifications behind the affair. Thanks again for reading and replying |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Actually, yes! Knowing that's the beginning of the story means much! Perhaps,(and realize I say this without having read more) you might want to consider practicing some foreshadowing and hinting at the feelings to come in the "intro" as it were. Look forward to more. Chris |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
...onward to Chapter 2... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, then speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I'm glad I found this, Jeffrey, you write very well...yes you can most definitely find love---online, love is love. Keep writing. "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey."" Laurie Lee Kathleen |
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