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It started happening right from the first one. Jack, that's his name. Well, not his real name either, but that should have been his name, so that's what I'm gonna to call him here. He wasn't all that good looking, he had a lot of pimples, but he had his man voice and it was deep and slow. Really easy to listen to. Talking to him on the phone was the best thing about him. I still love talking on the phone. With anyone. I guess that's why I'm honestly here. I know it sounds silly, but I wonder if that was the start of where I went wrong, ten years ago talking to Jack. I was learning the arousals of conversation, when I should have been learning to arouse boys. He made out with Emerald Johnson. Forever why? I still ask myself that. I remember him making all kinds of weird and nasty jokes about her—because she was weird and nasty—and then he went and kissed her?
The last one said he was going to leave his wife for me. A week after we started dating, and two weeks after, he was in his own apartment. I don't know what I thought I won. Why I was so sure this was guy was finally the one. Because two weeks after that, I wanted to surprise him with his favourite morning coffee and...

Geena doesn't have a problem getting a boyfriend (although she has ACTIVELY and CONSCIOUSLY not been dating the last four months), Geena has a problem keeping a boyfriend. And while she has dated more men than the majority of women of all ages, every single one of them has cheated on her.
Maybe because sex is hard for Geena, she willingly explains. It is neither pleasurable or unpleasurable and though she has always been willing to do it, she doesn't really get it. Ultimately, she thinks it stems from her inability to sing in key or dance to the beat of any sort of music. She has no rhythm. She's awkward.

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No. I'm not kidding. Every one of them. Even the Unlikables. You know, the greasy or smelly or just downright ugly, she says. All of them.
Why?
She is asked, Do any of them ever come back?
No.
But what's your longest relationship then? You've had so many. Eight days? And no one have ever came back?
None.
Then sex is not a factor. Most men don't know the difference between good or bad and will take it whenever they can get it and you are obviously handing it out a lot, so maybe you're the one who's unlikable.
What? You don't have to be so mean to me.
Please, forgive Lolz. She's still very angry. It's recent. Lolz, be nice. Maybe she just has a knack for picking sleazeballs.
I just think it's rude. I want a life partner or even a long-term partner, but not a rude one. Maybe if they were polite and said, Hey, I want to sleep with someone else, I could deal with it. I haven't been angry about it for years," Geena says.
I'm getting another fucking beer, says Lolz.



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