Back to the Old Days

This summer, I went for a short vacation back to my parents’ house on December 5, 1950. I wanted to catch up with my old friends so I called, Holden—my old middle school crush—and he wanted to go to this newly inaugurated bar. He sounded really avid to and since he used to be this fun guy, I accepted, but when I hung up the phone, I remembered that he’d always change his disposition, and be wandering around in the streets aimlessly, but he was okay, I guess.

He would always be telling me about his gruesome childhood and his turbulent relationship with his parents. I hope he doesn’t have any more problems, because he was a really lonely, troubled guy.

I got ready and we met at the bar. It was pretty empty. I don’t know why he picked it, but whatever. For a while we didn’t talk it seemed as an interminable silence, but instead of making small, boring conversations he was concise, and told me he just came because I was pretty damn hot, and proposed we had sex. I immediately rebuffed his idea with a grimace on my face (I abhor guys that say stuff like that.)

He got pretty rankled when I said no, and he started giving me a tirade and depicted the way he imagined it, he was pretty messed up guy. I kept being serene; because I then figured out he had a mental problem. Well, because of all his mood changes, and problems his had since we were kids, and still has them, but I don’t know hope he doesn’t have any mental problems, because I’m no therapist.

When I saw he had gotten all depressed, I gingerly suggested we’d go to dance, but I got tremulous when he got my hand, I felt this excruciating pain, because he just pressed it so hard that I could almost scream.

We started dancing, but he got all lackadaisical, and didn’t want to dance. Instead he started talking about some kid and then about an accident, and suddenly changed topic. I surmised he was talking about his little brother’s death, I felt pity, and hugged him, but he pushed me away. It impelled me to scream and tell him that he was a creepy guy, and I didn’t care for his sob stories. He was just a phony, but I extricated myself and told him I had to go. He said sorry, he shouldn’t have done that, but he was just all full of lies, and I just bear being there one more second.