The Disillusionists. cont'd...

All that was after I'd moved out anyway. We were seeing each other, me and Jen, for about a month and I'd let her know a little about me and she let me know a little about her. She was friends with an old girlfriend of mine and one night, after I got tired of waiting for her to call I went downtown and gotr drunk and on my way home I bump into the two of them out bar-hopping. Another night as I'm patiently waiting her arrival the idea that perhaps I'm not alone creeps into my head so I hop on my bicycle and peddle over to her place. The lights are out but her car is warm and the stereo is on inside the house. My stereo!

I thought I'd knock but I didn't want to disturb anybody so I figured I better look in the window first. Anyways, the obvious was happening so I sat down and had a smoke and the occassional peek yah, and thought about was to spoil it for everyone and then chickened out and went home and then called her and let the phone ring off the hook, which know that I think about it was pretty dumb because she always unplugged it probably for that very same reason. In the morning I called back really early and to my surprise she answered it,

"Fuck. Offf." Was all she said and hung up. So I called back and explained that I needed to pick up the rest of my stuff and she said fine and said she'd drop it by later. So next I called the old girlfriend and without getting into too many details let her know I'd been sleeping with Jen. Later she calls me back saying I'm an asshole and why am I talking all this shit about Jen and how she just got off the phone with her and how she said she wouldn't sleep with me if her life depended on it and so I told her about the night I met them downtown I was supposed to be seeing her and then I found the two of them together and so she says she knew I'd do this and she knew I'd sleep with one of her friends because she had slept with my buddy Dave and I said I didn't care about that and she said that I was always eyein' her girlfriends... Finally I said what's done is done and could we have some closure here but she said she still didn't believe me and that I should go fuck myself while I'm at it.

Then a car screeches to a halt outside, followed by a loud knock on the door. Jen comes in with a plastic garbage bag full of laundry, which was still dirty by the way, which she threw at me. She came back in with a box of stuff and I said just wait a minute so she said, "Take your fucking mug and your stupid condoms and never, NEVER call me again. Then she came back with the speakers which I took before she had a chance to drop them. She seemed to have a hard time giving up stereos. I barely had time to blurt out, "Hey..." I never saw or heard from her again.