owch...that's a nasty one to bring up

He's probably just been busy....lets hope for more!

No, I haven't killed myself. :)

Sorry for my absence everyone but as usual my life has been pretty... eventful. The good news however is I have more to add! I'll continue where I left off.

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During the trip home I tried calling the girl I had met. Unfortunately I kept getting her mother who told me she was out. I was disappointed but not discouraged. I arrived home late at night, exhausted, and went straight to bed. I woke up in the morning to the start of a very beautiful song with nice lyrics and excellent acoustic guitar. My first thought was to the girl I had met, and to this day the song I heard reminds me of how I felt that morning. I jumped up to the computer to see what it was called. It was the song "Snow" by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. I wasn't surprised it was by the RHCP since they always were one of my favorite bands.

I wasn't sure what to do at this point. I had traveled back home because my grandfather was getting an operation for his lung cancer, so obviously that was a major concern. The day was rather uneventful but it was nice seeing family again. I decided to wait until later that night to contact the girl.

Time passed, and I was ready to call the girl. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty. I dialed and when the phone was picked up I didn't hear her mothers voice. It was her! And what a beautiful voice she had! When I am with her there is so much beauty that I'm often overwhelmed. Being on the phone limits me to just one facet of her beauty, so I can appreciate it more. Her voice is buoyant, care-free and innocent. We had a pleasant conversation that eventually moved to the subject of phone sex... well, she wanted me to tell her a fantasy. I stalled for a while trying to come up with one, and finally said it. She later admitted that she got the vibe of a humble country-boy virgin off of me and wanted to push my limits. We had a few more phone conversations while I was home and it was nice talking to her while I was going through a difficult time with my grand fathers operation. It turns out the cancer was attached to his aorta and could not be removed so they cut him open for no reason.

Once the week finished I left home back to my other home. I arrived late one night and logged onto msn. I was surprised to see her online, and also by her msn name. It was her name, with "<3 Dave" at the end.

I'll write more later.

Congrats man! That's awesome. Sounds like your love live is starting to work out for you.

And supurb writing. I was able to play out your story in my head like a movie. Although it did give me flashbacks to past relationships. :'(

I was devastated. I knew I had a habit of becoming quickly attached from my previous relationship, but I couldn't help it. This girl had me on cloud nine and it seemed like such a cruel thing to be led on just to find out she has feelings for someone else. I quickly messaged her to voice my feelings. I even brought up the fact that I wrote her a sonnet like she once said she would like a guy to do for her.

No matter what I said, it seemed her mind was made up. I was so upset I decided to go for a run. I had been running for about a month and a half and was getting pretty decent at it.

Arriving back from my run, I messaged her again. She just got back from taking her dog for a walk. I was looking over my sonnet and decided I didn't want her to leave without reading it. I sent it to her.

I remember her asking, "what's this?" I told her it was the sonnet I wrote for her. She said she liked it and would rather hear it in person. I quickly said that would be no problem and took off to her place.

I met her in the lobby of the apartment where she lived with her family. She looked like a dream, as usual. We hugged and soon sat down on the couch. I told her about all the plans I had for her on our third date. I then took the sonnet out and read it to her. I still remember her smile and how her cheeks reddened whenever I flattered her too much. She eventually told me that her and this Dave character (grr... ) weren't official. Music to my ears! We continued to talk and had an awkward moment when her mother walked in the outside door. She might have seen us kissing but she never let on. An hour or so passed with us on the couch and it was time for me to leave. We made plans for a third date and said goodbye.

The next six days went by slow. All I had was work at my school and programming job, and unallocated time that passed with me in a depressed stupor. I had a few phone and msn conversations with the girl that cheered me up dramatically but the cloud always returned. Soon however the six days passed and it was the night to see her again! I remember having a sort of mini-freakout on msn with her and told her I wasn't exactly rich, but she told me that that was fine and I have what she needs. This really cheered me up and set my mood for the night.

So I left, picked up three roses (third date, three roses I figured) and travelled to her house. The trip required a bus trip, a train trip and a cab ride to get to her place that took roughly an hour and a half. The plan was to pick her up and take her back to my apartment (shared with two friends) and I hoped she wouldn't mind the trip too bad. Dating would be much easier with a car!

I arrived at her apartment and met her in the lobby. The cab took off on me and we had to call another... a bit of a rocky start, but we shrugged it off. It was a little harder to shrug off travelling the wrong direction in the train, realizing where we were going, then waiting at un-allocated tracks for twenty minutes for a train going the opposite direction. Eventually, however, we figured it out and got on the last transit system of the trip, the bus. I noticed she was slowly growing tired of the trip and asked me a few times if we were almost there. We kept each other entertained with conversation and talking about some of the scars on my hand. Eventually we arrived at our destination, and made our way to my apartment on the 16th floor.

The first place she went was the balcony and said, "This view alone made the trip worth it!" I was relieved. I didn't plan on showing her a terrible time, after all. And the view was very nice... it was dusk and the height we were at made the varioius city lights look like they were designed for beauty, not utility.

We talked for a bit and she eventually asked me what I was thinking. This would turn out to be one of the most often asked questions in our relationship. I told her I was thinking about kissing her. She smiled and said she was wondering when I was going to do that. I leaned in and started kissing her.

I'll post more later.

My god, this guy has had more action in the last five months, than I have had in the entirety of my sad, frustrating little pathetic life- with the possible exception of the occasion where I deliberately felled a tree, blocking a footpath in a misguided attempt to release some of my rage onto the world.
Still, makes you think- I have led a life in stasis it would seem. I am 24 now, and it is far too late to make any amends, or to get me life on track (I would say back, but it never was on track to begin with). Funny thing is, actually I happen to be an electrician, like you (Well, lower down the career ladder of course- I just put up lights, sockets, consumer units and the like, but I am qualified, nearly) The only exciting thing I can possibly do now is commit suicide in a way that kills the maximum number of people possible. Look Ma, I made the headlines ha ha! To tell the truth, I always liked the style and 'guerrila' pernache that the Taliban seem to have- their AKs kick ass, and their self-combusting martyrs, very courageous people. Imagine, it is a sheer triumph of the willm to die for a cause greater than yourself. If only the Taliban were Marxist-Leninist, and not the reactionary fruitcakes that they so clearly are!

I haven't read it all, but it looks like it's going good.
What happened to him though?

Please, end your story. I like it :D .