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OK this week is an experimental creative writing exercise, that I'm going to get y'all involved in! Talk about being interactive and neat-o! *sigh*
Anyway, in this entry I'm going to write the beginning of a true story from my life, and I want you to write a creative ending for it and then send it to me via e-mail! Be as creative as you want! Some space aliens could come down and abduct me, for all I care. Just come up with an ending for this story. Sounds like fun, right? I'll post creative entries (if I get any) in about a week or so.
So, why am I doing this? Well, because I've been too lazy (err...busy) to write anything substantial or funny lately. Besides it's your turn to have fun and make up what I would do next. Have fun!
And then she hit me with the next statement.
"I'm starting to see this cute guy," she admitted.
My stomach turned. "Oh?"
"Yeah, I should introduce you to him," she replied.
So was this "guy" someone serious? I asked.
"I hope so," she responded.
My mind spun like a stuck car caught in a snow bank...so what about me? Apparently I was just a friend. Not even a potential. Just a good friend. I smiled meekly and nodded at her suggestion. I felt sick. I walked her home and said goodnight. It was getting fairly dark, so I turned around to walk back to my place.
I felt angry. Not at her, mind you. I was happy she had finally found someone. But deep down, I had wished that someone was going to be me. I felt angry at myself because deep down, I knew that this was going to happen, but I had let it happen anyway.
A few blocks later, I changed my mind and a hailed a cab, instead of heading home. I don't drink unless I'm with friends, but this felt like a good time to get something. A time to sit with other strangers and just down a drink. And think. I told the driver to head to my usual place.
I arrived five minutes later. Rain was starting to drizzle down. I saw a several young couples, sheltering themselves with coats and newspapers, running for shelter. I got out of the cab and ducked into the bar.
I sat at the end of the room, close to my favourite bartender. She had a quizzical look on her face. "You came alone today, Dave? Where are your friends?"
I shrugged. "Not popular this week, I guess."
She laughed and opened a Heineken and left me to serve another customer. I wiped the mouth of the bottle and took a swig. I finished the bottle and she came back to see how I was doing.
I ordered a shot of vodka. She looked even more surprised...
Ok that's it! You just have to come up with a creative ending to that entry and sent it to me! Have fun!
Posted by Dave at November 04, 2001 01:19 PM