This monologue was written about 4 yrs ago, when I was at University. The names of the person involved has been changed to pretect the wicked...oh, I wrote this for a straight audience, so the sex of the person has also been disguised... Clever, huh? Ok, here goes...the first installment to the prose page is entitled:
It was difficult for me to make friends in my first year of
university. I had a roomate named Martina, Marty for short, in not
a long time we became a bit more than roomates! We became friends.
We shared facilities like a kitchen, bathroom, utilities. This
arrangement worked well! So well in fact that we began sharing our beds.
This was my frosh love. Marty had a way about her. She could talk
to you about anything...politics, the starling migrations, sex.
Naturally my parents (sorry, my mother) was not too pleased with me
living with a girl. I can still picture her with her scornful
finger, warning me to develop a career before I develop a family!
At that point I wasn't interested in Marty, sure I was attracted to
her but hold on, I never thought that a relationship would come
about! I think the thing that my mom hated about her was the fact
that she was a Canadore student - business or marketing...I can't
remember which!
My dad didn't mind her. He whispered to me "Hey, she probably can
cook, and then he went on to say, I hope you can bag this little
honey." Knowing the crudity he probably called her something else
besides honey.
We were in love. I remember the lazy Saturdays, Sundays, Mondays,
and Tuesdays! Oh my God, I missed most of my classes of the week!
So, did Marty. I admit, there were some sacrifices you have to
make for love...so, what we were so behind in school work, It was
worth it! This continued for quite a while.
Naturally I tried my hardest to help her with her assignments. She
had some papers due, as did I, but mine were put on the proverbial
back burner. I knew, I could get some extentions. And God knows
that I tried. It took me a while and I got her assignment done.
This continued, I didn't care! I was living like an adult for the
first time in my life and I liked it! I was living away from my
parents, living with a woman that I loved, I was a king of my own
castle! What could go wrong?
Marty left me; she moved out. I was in the midst of finals however
she was done. She, for the first time finished before me! I loved
her. I did everything for her.
In retrospect I was abused. I wrote all of her papers. Helped her
study. And lent her over $700 (which she didn't pay back.) I, on
other hand, was late with papers (some that were given zeros), I
was failing half of my courses, and I cheated on my exams! and I
had to take out a personal loan to pay off some of my debts.
(NO, HER DEBTS! But, they were made in my name!)
Sure, the sex was great but boy did she have a good fuck!