Roxanne and I met last year at a party while she was dating James, a guy I knew from work. We drifted away from the main group to watch the Lakers game and hit it off. I knew there was nothing serious between them. Never was with James. He always grew to dislike women willing to sleep with him. Some sort of self-esteem issues.
She intrigued me. A total tomboy, always talking sports and cars. I dug that she was an inch taller, but she always wore jeans so I never saw her long legs. When James dumped her for a chance to be with his first black woman, I called a couple of weeks later and slid in to provide comfort. She dug me and liked that I was a writer. I hated when she talked about it because it sounds foolish to say you’re a writer. Like the idiots who are proud of professing their virginity.
Over the summer, we got together only on Fridays. I would bring a couple bottles of red wine to her place and we’d watch the Angels play. She was a fanatic about them, so nothing happened during the game. Even when the game looked like it was out of reach, she stayed focused. That was because one of the first nights I was over the Angels were down by six runs after the sixth inning. I broke down her resolve and we made out. By the time the Angels came back up to bat, she had slid down my shorts and began giving me head. I reclined on the couch and my whole body began pulsating. The announcer loudly announced a triple that scored two runs with no outs in the inning. The Angels were mounting a comeback.
Roxanne punched me in the balls and screamed, “You selfish dick!” Since then, she barely talked when a game was on. However once it was over, unless it went too many extra innings, she raced to her bedroom. It was good sex, but predictable no matter the game’s outcome. She always climbed on top, laying flat on me and grinding away. She has a tattoo on her right breast of a snake wrapped around a dagger. Each time she rocked forward, the blade appeared to pierce my heart.
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1 - Dawn
Being somewhat of a populist, I was completely unaware of who Bukowski was until he was referenced in a Modest Mouse song. I have since done a little research, would love to delve into a book, but I never seem to have the time. So what does a populist do to become slightly more cultured - watch the movie.
Great review - thanks!