Small town girl heads for big city with even bigger dreams. Some of these big dreams get fulfilled, in spades! Small town girl who comes from small nuclear family meets boy who is a guitar player with many siblings, a racist mother and family arguments that go nuclear. Boy and girl fall in love. It’s swell or so it seems. They pop each other's cherries and plan a future together. Well, mostly the boy plans their future and the girl acquiesces though she’s squirming inside with uncertainty. After a while, the girl starts to get frustrated with the boy’s limited dreams, creepy sexual obsession with his mother, and with never being able to speak her mind because after all, she does have opinions, ideas and plans of her own.
The girl loses her lease and moves away. She starts to pursue her own dreams again. They try a long distance relationship. The boy sends her lots of letters he thinks are full of longing, romance and sexy talk. She finds them crude, but continues to be polite. The sentiment is sweet though the execution is gross. It doesn't take long for them to drift apart. The girl suggests breaking up. The boy becomes jealous; convinced she is screwing someone else! She isn't. He attempts a sexually deviant rampage and tells her about all the groupies and the group sex he is having. The girl is not impressed.
Soon after being confronted in front of Tower Records by the boy so that he can brag of his sexual escapades and try to discern if doing so bothers her or might win her back, the girl happens to meet the bass player of a two hit wonder new wave band. He asks her out in front of her jealous coworkers who are gobsmacked that such an unbelievably gorgeous man would want to date the girl! Some of them throw little fits! She tries not to rub it in their faces, too roughly.
Dating the man, who is ten years older than the girl, starts slowly and surprisingly, chastely, but turns into a torrid summer affair. She’s not in love, but she’s having fun and feels totally vindicated for dumping the boy. The last night she spends with the semi-famous bass player, they make love all night, in every room of the house and in the swimming pool; eight times before the sun comes up! When it does, he confesses to her that he is leaving in a few days to propose to his high school sweetheart and he just needed to get this out of his system. She laughs and says, “So long and thanks for all the fish, then?” He gets it, and laughs too. The girl feels the effects of that long night for several days. It is visible in her gait which temporarily boasts a slightly bowlegged limp. She never sees the bass player again but she hopes his sweetheart said, yes, and is getting all the accompanying benefits.
Life goes on. Some dreams soar. Some crash to earth. A few years later she runs into THE BOY again. He seems to have come back down to earth. He has regrets. She doesn't. They reminisce. He says he never got over her. She gently says, she did. They end up in bed. Despite his tales of debauchery, he hasn't improved much between the sheets. She gives him a few pointers to which he takes enthusiastic note.
Afterwards she gets out of bed. From the loo she hears him start to laugh, a little too loudly, clearly for effect. She knows he’ll be disappointed if she doesn't ask, “What’s so funny?” so she does. “What’s so funny?” “Oh, I was just thinking it would be hilarious if I just got up and walked out right now.” It’s probably for the best that he couldn't see the look on her face just then. “Well, if that’s what you want to do, go ahead.” The boy starts to cry. He says he’s sorry. He wants to spend the night. She tells him that’s probably not a good idea. He leaves. The girl hopes he will pull his head out of his ass one day and find what he’s looking for, but she really doesn't care if she finds out. She doesn't. Life goes on. -LM
The girl loses her lease and moves away. She starts to pursue her own dreams again. They try a long distance relationship. The boy sends her lots of letters he thinks are full of longing, romance and sexy talk. She finds them crude, but continues to be polite. The sentiment is sweet though the execution is gross. It doesn't take long for them to drift apart. The girl suggests breaking up. The boy becomes jealous; convinced she is screwing someone else! She isn't. He attempts a sexually deviant rampage and tells her about all the groupies and the group sex he is having. The girl is not impressed.
Soon after being confronted in front of Tower Records by the boy so that he can brag of his sexual escapades and try to discern if doing so bothers her or might win her back, the girl happens to meet the bass player of a two hit wonder new wave band. He asks her out in front of her jealous coworkers who are gobsmacked that such an unbelievably gorgeous man would want to date the girl! Some of them throw little fits! She tries not to rub it in their faces, too roughly.
Dating the man, who is ten years older than the girl, starts slowly and surprisingly, chastely, but turns into a torrid summer affair. She’s not in love, but she’s having fun and feels totally vindicated for dumping the boy. The last night she spends with the semi-famous bass player, they make love all night, in every room of the house and in the swimming pool; eight times before the sun comes up! When it does, he confesses to her that he is leaving in a few days to propose to his high school sweetheart and he just needed to get this out of his system. She laughs and says, “So long and thanks for all the fish, then?” He gets it, and laughs too. The girl feels the effects of that long night for several days. It is visible in her gait which temporarily boasts a slightly bowlegged limp. She never sees the bass player again but she hopes his sweetheart said, yes, and is getting all the accompanying benefits.
Life goes on. Some dreams soar. Some crash to earth. A few years later she runs into THE BOY again. He seems to have come back down to earth. He has regrets. She doesn't. They reminisce. He says he never got over her. She gently says, she did. They end up in bed. Despite his tales of debauchery, he hasn't improved much between the sheets. She gives him a few pointers to which he takes enthusiastic note.
Afterwards she gets out of bed. From the loo she hears him start to laugh, a little too loudly, clearly for effect. She knows he’ll be disappointed if she doesn't ask, “What’s so funny?” so she does. “What’s so funny?” “Oh, I was just thinking it would be hilarious if I just got up and walked out right now.” It’s probably for the best that he couldn't see the look on her face just then. “Well, if that’s what you want to do, go ahead.” The boy starts to cry. He says he’s sorry. He wants to spend the night. She tells him that’s probably not a good idea. He leaves. The girl hopes he will pull his head out of his ass one day and find what he’s looking for, but she really doesn't care if she finds out. She doesn't. Life goes on. -LM
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