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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

100th email

From: Stacey Marchenkova
To: Dom Borax
Sent: Monday, July 2nd, 1999 21:01 PM
Subject: RE RE Just for you

Dear Oftenbark

…here’s who I was thinking of in the small hours of Saturday morning when Marcus was trying to be passionate…

It was around four in the morning…lovely and quiet…usually my time actually…but for this moment I was sharing it with him…

we were in bed…and he was going through the usual warm up routine…

I know it’s only been a short romance so far…but I’m already familiar with the gently nudging of the neck as a starting line for a what is fast becoming a shagging marathon in high altitude…

As the miles passed…I found myself drifting…I thought of this guy I met when I was in high school…we only kissed…but it was so unbelievably hot…

We met as a blind date would you believe…set up by my cousin for his sixteenth birthday party…it was a Saturday… quite warm…the guests where all wearing small amounts of clothing…her pool had the proper phd, the garden was clad in outdoor Chinese lanterns…

…and the punch was spiked…

I arrived a little late…had an argument with my Mother about curfew…she’d then refused to drive me…so I caught public transport…time wasting…got to the shin dig an hour over…

Upon arriving…I bailed up my cousin… I gave her the family cuckoo gift…a funky hat she’d had her eye on…

She was happy and already merry from the punch…she kissed me…her breath was hot, sweet and rendered with Bacardi…she then, without any shame dragged me to my blind date…his name was Paul…

My cousin slurred an introduction…

Stacey – Paul
Paul – Stacey

‘Remember this moment, guys as I’m so going to talk about this at your wedding…’

My cousin then gave a well timed comic hiccup and staggered away.
And we were alone...silence...dread…what do we say…? We don’t know each other…we’re both single, sure… but…do we smell right to each other…?

Fortunately he was cute…classic looking…indeed a little retro…sun bleached hair…nice shaped eyes, red splashed cheeks with just the right amount of freckles…his teeth were not too perfect…not too cubist… just the right side of artistically off…

And I think he didn’t mind my look either…I did look kinda cute in a mid nineties way…cute clip in my hair…shorter then…and stained dark…fake glasses to make me look smart...what an idiot...

Anyway…after a few pleasant information sharing sentences…we both decided to brush of the resume and talk truly…we moved under the steps leading up to my Cousin’s high set house…we both had a glass of the spiked punch and were perched on two hewn besser blocks…after a breath, Paul confessed that this was his first blind date and that he was relieved I wasn’t blind at all…

Now I know this is a little lame…but I was younger…less defined…and prone to polite laughter…so I did just that…

…but then he truly surprised me…he admitted that his last statement was foolish…indeed he called it an ‘uncle’ statement…meaning those groaning piths that any chuckle-addicted Uncle utters at large family get togethers…

…and this time I really laughed…and before I knew it the night was fast nearing an end…we’d spoken for hours…not sure what about…it was cooler and most guests were getting picked up…and it was clear the night was over…

He lived quite close by and was walking home…I was staying…

And soon we’d say goodnight…

In those last few minutes it was awkward…are we going to kiss? I really wanted him to kiss me…I really wanted a passionate moment…I was a little punchy…but I was also flushed…and impatient…

…so I kissed him…

And we kissed for ages…until it hurt…until our people had sent out scouts to see if we were safe…and even though they called our names…we kept kissing and kissing and kissing…

Changing positions but never breaking contact…no one leading…just kissing…

It was so wonderful…

After our time…we slowly separated…we looked at each other…eyes now open and adjusting to whatever light was left under the stairway to my Cousin’s front door…

We didn’t say anything …we just looked…and he walked away…home…

I never saw him again…didn’t want too…the moment was so special, the last thing I wanted was to truly discover him and have it tarnished…it was a great moment…just that…a great moment…

It was at this point in my life, I started formulating my existential viewpoint… why have expectation…why have judgment…why have prejudice to cloud the perfect moment…

And I deeply tried to never think of it again until Marcus was on top of me …

I so needed something to keep me from crying…and when I though of Paul…that’s when I thought of the night we shared…the long kiss… the short goodbye…and it was so damn sexy…

I slept well that night…

Does that answer your question, OftenbarK?


Love
Stacey

11 comments:

  1. To All Readers, I wish you a heart felt and true peaceful, kind and funny holiday season.

    I also thank you all for supporting this humble blog It is nothing without you.

    And as a final thanks, I offer a big metaphorical embrace to all those that comment.

    You are this site. So many have said that can engage more with the comments than the email content.

    I am forever in your debt and long for our twice weekly interaction.

    Love to you, love to all.
    Happy Holidays.

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  2. I love this post so much!!! Merry Christmas to everyone!

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  3. Have a great holiday, Stephen. It has been, and will continue to be a pleasure, even if the the opportunity to comment has been limited for me of late.

    It would be great to catch up in person sometime.

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  4. It was a great email Stephen. If I know Dom, he's not going to know exactly what to say... I would think that perhaps he may take a day or two to formulate a response if not longer. To all my Bored olives family, I wish you all a Merry Christmas, and I look forward to growing friendships and fun interaction for as long as these emails continue and possibly beyond.

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  5. What a blast with the 100th e-mail! =D And on holiday season. Best wishes too all!

    While it wasn't Dom, it was a great story of Stacey.

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  6. Merry holidays people! looking forward to the rest Stephen, as always.

    Anon 5.08

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  7. Merry Christmas to everyone here at BoredOlives! And I agree with Juan, although it wasn't about Dom, I really enjoyed Stacey's story. Very sweet.

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  8. I don't think she could have said it was Dom. That would have been too plain and simple. I liked this much better! Thanks, all, for the holiday wishes! And a Merry Christmas to you and yours!!

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  9. This guy she met in HIGHSCHOOL!?? Okay forget this.. im not even reading the rest of the email haha ..bitch!

    lol ill be back later to finish this one off. Don't worry stephen. I'll be back. ;)

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  10. Merry Christmas to you too Stephen, thank you for making this year much more special than to this blog and the friends I have made through this....

    I love the description of this kiss...

    "and even though they called our names…we kept kissing and kissing and kissing…"

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  11. Stacey sucks. Telling a Dom that she was doing the NBA Jam with Marcus is hurtful to begin with. To leave a cliffhanger email suggesting that it could have been Dom she was thinking about, and coming back with this rubbish is pure malice. (Also, having sex with someone else and telling me you were thinking of me is no solace.) She just flat sucks. Her efforts to turn her behavior into an existential anything are trite. I hate Stacey more with each passing email.

    Hope everyobne had a happy holiday.

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