lemon0444

Well it has been a long time since I've created a thread, or even posted on this forum. I've been a member a long time (though I can't remember exactly how long). I'll admit that I lurk every once and a while, and still even check out the Titty Board occasionally

This place was especially important to me during my collage years, and I thank every member for all their insights and opinions back then.

To be honest, part of the reason I'm creating this thread is personal. Part of it is to share what is probably the most interesting part of my life so far. Part of it is because of the email I received from Halx wishing me a happy holidays, and part of it is because of the guilt I feel viewing said Titty Board, and being reminded that I haven't contributed in a long, long time!

All that being said, here is the first half of my story. I warn you it is long... and it will become longer. That being said, I hope you find time to read it. I welcome any comments, good or bad. I just feel it's only fair to share this with the people who have helped me so many times in my life (even if they don't even know it!)[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]

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How I Learned to Write a Poem for My Beloved.


Part 1, The Meeting:

I’m going to write about how I feel, as fast as I can, not worrying about rhyme rhythm or reason.

I have known Joanna for quite a while. She used to date my friend. When I first met her, I was worried, because he always chooses the bad ones. Was I ever surprised!

I tried to give her a hard time right off the bat, but WTF!? She wouldn’t take it…she gave me a hard time right back. That was the very moment that I knew I liked her. Not to sound egotistical, but anyone who can keep up with me, especially when I planned to give them a hard time, has earned respect in my books.

Respect is one thing though…why did I like her?

Well maybe it was because she is beautiful.. I’ve met beautiful women before though, and none had made me feel like that. Maybe it was because I could tell she had a brain, but again, I’ve met beautiful people with brains before, and still it was never like this.

I think what it might have been was her strength, and her insight. She could see right through me from the moment we met, and instead of rejecting me as an asshole, she accepted me as a rival. In my experience, that is rare quality in women.

I mean it’s not the first time I had tried this ploy, and yes, I admit it’s a test for the women my friends choose. There are no right or wrong answers to my game, just who they are and how they react. I had never met anyone who had passed with such flying colors before.

From that moment on I was intrigued. What could I do though? I liked one of my best friend’s new girlfriends from the moment I met her. How could it ever be?

Well it couldn’t. That much was simple enough. There is a Bro Code that cannot be broken…

So what did I do? How did I react? How did I treat her? How did I treat her differently when he wasn’t around?

I continued to give her a hard time, and relished every argument, every rebuttal, and every time she called my bluff. I reacted with indifference, just so she wouldn’t know my true feelings. I treated her with respect, but never made it easy for her. When he wasn’t around, I opened up to her…

The first time we really TALKED to each other, she listened. Then she responded. Then she shared with me. I felt so close to her that night, and yet not sexually. I also felt guilty at how we were bonding, without his knowledge.

After that time, I knew she was too great. I had to back off. I couldn’t develop feelings for this girl, she wasn’t mine, and she never could be. The Bro Code dictated that as simply as could be…

So life goes on right! Right?

He had no idea of my feelings, or the fact that we had shared parts of our personal lives; therefore, we all kept spending time together. Not by my choice, because it was hard, but by his choice, because we were friends, and he wanted to share his happiness with me…. I continued to feel guilty…

Part 2, It Falls Apart (For Them):

Time goes by… Approximately 4-5 months.

He continues to call me to hang out as always, and of course I usually say yes. She is there almost all the time, but it becomes less and less fun.

Every time we all go out together, they spend most of the time fighting. He says something she doesn’t like, and she attacks him back. They’re personalities clash more and more often. It gets to the point where I can’t stand being with them when they’re together. It’s all just hate and bitterness.

I start wondering if it’s her, or if it’s him. Was I wrong in thinking she was special, One of a kind, or was this his doing? I have known him a long time, and honestly I’ve been his one consistent friend through thick and thin.

That being (typed) he has always had a jealous streak. He as always had a controlling streak. His relationships have always ended disastrously. Still though, he’s my friend, how can I assume that he’s to blame?

Eventually, I have to admit, that I didn’t want to see either of them anymore. I had even gone out to the bar with them, and left after 15 minutes because I couldn’t handle how condescending they were to each other. Whenever I talked to them separately, he would tell me how much of a bitch she was, and she would tell me how much of an asshole he was. Either way, I couldn’t handle being together with them both at the same time anymore.




Part 3: The Beginning of the end?

Looking back, it seems to me that special occasions were always the hardest for them. It started with his birthday. That was the first time they broke up. Then it was Christmas…that was way worse!

He bought her a painting, because she loves art. I though it was a beautiful and very well thought out gift. He was very proud of himself, and I was proud of him too. I thought maybe this would be the time that he shows her how he really feels. It didn’t work out exactly the way I thought it would…

I’m not exactly sure what happened, but it was bad times. I’m sure he mistreated her just before Christmas day, and I’m sure she returned the favor. Regardless, she never received her gift, and never even bought him one. I had the privilege to hear again from him how much of a bitch she was, but didn’t really talk to her again until after New Years.

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To be continued....

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phenomi-christ-ominal!!!!

dlish

wow, sounds like real life...

cant wait to see more to this

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MiSo

awesome story so far...wow

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emmdubb

*thumbs up* way to leave it on a cliff-hanger.