It was really difficult for Telea to pick a topic for her blog that day. In fact, it was becoming increasingly difficult for Telea to do anything that day. Telea was in a rut.
The main problem with Telea-Ruts was that they were three times as hard to dig out of because Telea’s have a tendency to not want to deal with their problems at all.
The problem here was a severe lack of caring for anything that was going on, mixed with an extreme urge to kiss the face of a certain person that we shall simply title ‘Vinny’. This is for the purpose of Anonymity, which is hard to come by these days unless you are on the internet.
The problem was that Telea had a really big thing for Vinny, even though she also adored her beautiful girlfriend. She and her girlfriend maintained a very open and accepting relationship on the grounds that both of them were terrible with commitment and were possibly prone to cheating on each other anyway.
Needless to say, Telea and her girlfriend had a PERFECT relationship just the way they were. In fact, to be the most blunt that an author can be on this blog without overstepping any boundaries, Telea and her girlfriend had both partaken in the same Entree at possibly more than one point in time and managed to stay happy with each other. This was an accident, or at least Telea hopes so.
Back to the conversation about Vinny. Telea met Vinny over a year ago. They locked eyes from across the room and she downed her drink while the rhythms boomed. As familiar as this sounds, no, Telea did not, in fact, jizz in her pants.
Telea approached the table where Vinny was sitting and casually joined the conversation. It was so easy to become a part of the general conversation, and Vinny was so similar to Telea that, within a matter of minutes (75.8 minutes, to be exact), the table conversation had been converted into a one-on-one talk between Telea and Vinny.
This was Telea’s first encounter with Vinny ‘FortyHands’ Calzoni. No, Vinny is not Italian, these are not clues.
After that, Telea and Vinny began talking quite a bit, and they both agreed that it would be a very good day the next time they saw each other again. And yes, this day did come, more than ten days and less than ten years later. Telea at this point had learned a few valuable life lessons that had made her a wiser being, and Vinny was the same adorable and agreeable man that Telea remembered.
They, again, spent a large amount of time together; talking, laughing, and generally having a good time. It got cold out, and Telea may or may not have but definitely did end up leaning on Vinny to keep him warm and not for any personal gain at all in any shape or form, Telea swears on it.
This did indeed progress to the sordid act of hand-holding, while laughing, talking, and merriment were still happening. When it got late, they ended up sleeping next to each other, Vinny holding Telea’s right hand on his chest. It was all incredibly and disgustingly cute.
Then, the next day, they talked over coffee and then parted ways. It was, indeed, a perfect weekend that could have been pulled straight from the pages of a sappy romance best-seller.
However, aside from a few short Facebook Conversations, this was the last adorable moment between the two. Telea would be informed by Vinny later that they just couldn’t be together for various reasons that will not be disclosed.
And that’s the end of the love story. Telea and Vinny swore to stay friends, but Telea still swallows sadness when she thinks of a possibility that was taken away from her.
And with a mighty thrust of her pelvis, Telea rocketed out of her rut and began writing again, hoping that her story was satisfactory to the masses.
Question of the day: What’s your ‘missed opportunity’ love story? If you don’t have one, what’s one relationship that you would like to revisit to either make better or simply clarify?