The end of the beginning (part one)

My life changed forever when I met my wife.

The thing is....I wasn't looking for a wife. Or a girlfriend. Or even a good time.

I was taking a break from all that.

My last significant girlfriend was a drunk and lying lesbian. She had smelly feet, a flabby butt and was honestly the most miserable person I've ever known. She cringed at other's joy.

On her 83rd try, she beat me in Scrabble. The worst part was waiting when it was her turn. All the sand on Earth could have trickled through the tiny Scrabble hour-glass and she would still be sitting there, cross-eyed, pursing her lips and picking up letters and putting them back down again. I had to exchange my letters 18 times to forfeit my turn so that she could win by two. I think that was the beginning of the end.

What's amazing is that she broke up with me. I found out when I came home and found all my stuff on the porch. It was the middle of the night and she would not answer the door when I knocked. So, I walked to her window and looked inside and found her black co-worker laying in my spot. She had left the drapes and window open purposefully so I would see him. She thought it would bother me. And it did. I actually felt sorry for the guy.

I was angry and hurting. Loneliness takes a while to get used to. Eventually, I did.

After that, I drifted for a while.

I dated a few girls but I just could not care. I would push things too fast, hoping that somehow it would trigger an emotion or lust or anything. I just wasn't interested. I could not feel. I was a hollow man without hope for a happy ending.

I had honestly given up on others and myself. I was prepared to spend my life as a loner.

(to be continued)