Lorraine was a beautiful girl who played piano and had long, curly auburn hair and a figure to die for. When I was at University we struck up an acquaintanceship - I wouldn't say we were' 'firneds' - and she shared some poetry she had written.
It was about a shiny sports car whose novelty had worn off so it now sat in the garage while its owner was off driving his newer model.
Lorraine's father had left her mother for a younger woman so there was no psychology prize for the symbolism (even if you hadn't know about her dad, really).
She had real abandonment issues, I think. Anyway, what was odd was that one time she came over and we listened to music and got drunk and ended up shagging. I had to run off to the uni newspaper where I was the media editor at the time so I dropped her off. at home and expected to maybe see her over the next week or so.
She never called me again. In a petulant and typically 19-20 year old way I refused to call her. Now, looking back, in fact wasn't she just manifesting and reinforcing her world view and belief system? OK, I was a bit of a slut at Uni but still. Or maybe I was a crap shag.
It was about a shiny sports car whose novelty had worn off so it now sat in the garage while its owner was off driving his newer model.
Lorraine's father had left her mother for a younger woman so there was no psychology prize for the symbolism (even if you hadn't know about her dad, really).
She had real abandonment issues, I think. Anyway, what was odd was that one time she came over and we listened to music and got drunk and ended up shagging. I had to run off to the uni newspaper where I was the media editor at the time so I dropped her off. at home and expected to maybe see her over the next week or so.
She never called me again. In a petulant and typically 19-20 year old way I refused to call her. Now, looking back, in fact wasn't she just manifesting and reinforcing her world view and belief system? OK, I was a bit of a slut at Uni but still. Or maybe I was a crap shag.