Writing Exercise: The Break-Up

[Soixenta]

“I love you so much,” she said. “You do realise that, don’t you? There’s nobody more important in the whole world.”

It was clearly true. She was so loving to start with. Very physical. Kissing me, giving me love bites, needing my attention. She sometimes seemed barely able to contain herself.

It was a wonderful feeling, even though I knew it wouldn’t last. Being the focus of her world, if only for such a short while. It was nice to be wanted, loved, cherished.

And I loved her back. I always had. I loved having her with me, loved feeling her so close. I even loved the bites.

It couldn’t last, of course, not with that intensity. We settled down soon enough. Comfortable with each other, just enjoying each other’s presence. An almost perfect symbiosis, sharing just enough reminders of how much we loved each other to feel loved.

When she left it wasn’t a surprise, I suppose. I knew it would happen. She didn’t say a word in departure, no farewells, no apologies, no excuses. Just went away, leaving me with nothing but the bite marks and a dusting of cat hair on my clothes.

 

[Jim1855]

They sat across from each other in a booth in the cozy little restaurant. There was a heavy curtain of tension in the air between the two of them. They both knew that this was likely their make-or-break moment.

"Dalton, I don't understand this. It's one little issue! Why are you making it such a huge problem?"

His steely gray eyes glared at her as he replied, "If it's such a small issue for you, why don't you give it up, Lacey? Doesn't seem so small for you when I turn it around the other way."

She ran her hands through her long blonde hair, pulling it back from her face on one side. "It seems like such a trivial issue. It's not like I'm expecting you to enjoy it like I do. It's not hurting you at all because I want this."

He leaned against the back of the booth cushion. "It's not just that. It's more like being afraid that if I give in on this "little issue," what's it going to be next time when we have a major disagreement?"

She looked at him with her best version of pleading eyes. "That's just it, Dalton! We seem to agree on everything else! We both agree that we love each other. We both agree that we want to have kids with each other. We both agree that our sex life is amazing. But this single issue is going to split us up if we can't come to some kind of arrangement."

They stopped as their server approached their table. With a too-cherry voice, he asked, "Are you ready to order?"

This was the moment that would decide their fate.

As Dalton and Lacey stared into each other's eyes, she said softly, "We want a large Meat Feast pizza, and please add pineapple."

Enraged, Dalton slammed both fists down hard on the table. He wasn't gentle as he exited the booth as quicky as he could. Turning back to her, he yelled out, "Fucking pineapple! Enjoy your pizza by yourself!"

The server looked stunned as he asked a now-crying Lacey, "Do you still want your pizza?"

"Yes please...and could you add extra pineapple?"

Pineapple on pizza, be still my beating heart.

I personally don't get the hate for Pineapple.
Now if it was a margarita pizza....faints.

 

[Erozetta]

Pineapple on pizza, be still my beating heart.

I personally don't get the hate for Pineapple.
Now if it was a margarita pizza....faints.

Soggy and partially frozen?

although, lime on pizza is intriguing... and tequila could make an interesting component of moisture in the dough... hmm *concocting weirdness in food form in my brain* Maybe tequila in the sauce and some orange liqueur/lime and honey braised chicken thighs chopped up on top...

 

[Jim1855]

Soggy and partially frozen?

although, lime on pizza is intriguing... and tequila could make an interesting component of moisture in the dough... hmm *concocting weirdness in food form in my brain* Maybe tequila in the sauce and some orange liqueur/lime and honey braised chicken thighs chopped up on top...

touché, I meant margherita but oh well. It could have been so much worse.

Replace the chicken thighs with fish and that sounds lovely.

 

[Erozetta]

Replace the chicken thighs with fish and that sounds lovely.

How dare you, sir!


Also, now I'm thinking orange liqueur/tequila lime barbecue sauce, roasted chicken thighs (I'd use breast for me, thighs are too greasy to me) in a thin coating of the sauce, making sure it gets caramelized a bit, cotija and queso oaxaca with coating of lime juice and a hefty sprinkle of Tajin across the crust... Soak the chicken in some spiced buttermilk overnight ... This has promise...

I will be making this and testing it out next weekend... Will post a picture. No fish.

 

[Jim1855]

How dare you, sir!


Also, now I'm thinking orange liqueur/tequila lime barbecue sauce, roasted chicken thighs (I'd use breast for me, thighs are too greasy to me) in a thin coating of the sauce, making sure it gets caramelized a bit, cotija and queso oaxaca with coating of lime juice and a hefty sprinkle of Tajin across the crust... Soak the chicken in some spiced buttermilk overnight ... This has promise...

I will be making this and testing it out next weekend... Will post a picture. No fish.

Out of interest, what have you seemingly got against eating fish?

 

[Kumquatqueen]

"Hey, darling! How are you?" I went to give my girlfriend my usual big hug. Usually, I'd bend down and try to kiss her on her little upturned nose. She'd giggle and resist.

She stepped backwards. No smile. I stopped moving.

"I want to finish it," she said.

"What?" Her silence confirmed I hadn't misheard. "Why?"

"I just... I've met someone else, OK, and it wouldn't be right... I'm so sorry, you're great, you really are, but I can't be with you."

There was no point telling her she bloody well could. For the first time, her natural enthusiasm grated on me. I pulled my voice together, to ask coldly, "Anyone I know?"

"Yeah! It's Penny! You see?"

My dear friend. Ten years older than me, she'd introduced me to half the lesbians I knew. Activist, organiser, stylish - Penny was everything I wanted to grow up to be. Clearly, I'd failed.

"Yeah," I told her. "I see. Thanks at least for telling me; now fuck off, out of my life."

Off she fucked. I drowned my sorrows with my housemate's red wine. She'd forgive me, in the circs.

I didn't go out much for a few months. Only a few trusted friends - or were they? - would do me. When I did next hit the dyke bar, of course I ran straight into Penny.

"You," I lacked more coherent words.

"Yeah," she replied, hands out, pleading. "I told her... I told her, no way was I going to be involved in her cheating on you! She said, she could fix that. Came back the next day to say she'd dumped you, so going out with me was fine. Apparently, I didn't get a say in it! It took me a month to get rid of her, and another two to stop her coming round and calling me all the time."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Anyway, last week she told me she was moving to Australia. I imagine she has - I haven't heard from her since."

"Wow. We might both have had a lucky escape."

 

[Erozetta]

Out of interest, what have you seemingly got against eating fish?

I Just don't like it, lol.