Scene Detail

"...the thought of running my hands down into the small of his back still gives me chills."


From: the Thirst collection
Gender Age Character Name
Female Adult: Any Age ROZ
 
Setup:
Roz ruminates on the man that got away.

(Part of the scene this speech is contained within, DENTS, is also available for viewing via the quote link "There are days I wish I hadn’t picked up that phone the second time and just ended up on his doorstep. See what happened.")

(Two other monologues bookend this one for the complete romantic misadventures of Roz. They can be viewed via the quote links - (1) "I tried to be a good sport. But I could never remember her name" and (3) "I used to call it The Curse of Prince Charming.”)

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Monologue

copyright 2004 by Matthew A. Everett



ROZ

Then there was Morgan. My lusty young art student. That was just plain fun. And I needed that after the romantic Chinese water torture that was Doug. Best sex I ever had. We’d keep planning to go out to the movies, or a play, or even dinner, and never make it out of the apartment. The thought of maybe meeting in public never occurred to us, thank God.

But then his course of study - Art, Museum Exhibition and Installation - got discontinued at the university’s city campus. It was a state school, so they had branches all over the state. Unfortunately, if he wanted to continue his major there, and he really couldn’t afford to go to another school, he’d have to follow his scholarship clear over to the opposite end of the state. Which he did.

Suddenly this fling, which had been slowly evolving into something else, got dragged out into the sunlight and we had to analyze, you know, whether the long-distance thing was worth it. I mean, it was just fun, right? But we’d started having all these feelings that weren’t fully formed yet. And now it seemed like a hassle. Neither of us wanted to be the first to admit we were getting attached to each other. So we said our goodbyes.

I called him once, way out there in the middle of nowhere. It’d be a six-hour drive with no stopping but I was just about out the door, when he called me back and told me not to go to all that trouble.

There are days I wish I hadn’t picked up that phone the second time and just ended up on his doorstep. See what happened.

After that, I got busy and then the address and the phone I had for him didn’t work anymore, and the trail went cold. He’s got a goofy last name, so I Google him sometimes, see if some trace of him has surfaced somewhere.

He was a sculptor. Is a sculptor. I still remember his hands.

And the thought of running my hands down into the small of his back still gives me chills.




copyright 2004 by Matthew A. Everett

 

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