Okay, we started seeing each other on a pretty regular basis after that incident with the cat. And the cat actually liked me. I guess he was pissed at me that night. I remember the first time I told her I loved her. She said: "already?" I'm not sure if I was ever really in love with her. I can say that I cared about her. I respected her. I was certainly attracted to her. There were times with her, that I felt like a teenager again.
When I met Marie she didn't have a job. She was just finishing a school program and was looking for work in the legal field. I, on the other hand was working three jobs. One as a barista that I have been at for a long time, one at a rooftop club in Wrigleyville where I mainly picked up trash and hauled cases of beer up multiple flights of stairs, and when I wasn't doing any of those things I was working as a painter's apprentice.
On the off days I did get I would go see Marie. We would drink and listen to music and lie in the sunbeam that came through her apartment window. There were times we would be up until 4 in the morning drinking, dancing, and just enjoying each other's company.
I will say this about the sex. In the beginning it was great. It was romantic,and it was steamy, nothing out of the ordinary, just pretty standard stuff. But that that is all I'm going to say.
I remember that we told each other that we weren't going to get too serious. I fucked that part up. I had to open my big stupid mouth and tell her I love her. I remember that I had a hard time saying it at first, which should have been a big clue. I remember stuttering when I said it. We had just finished ...you know, and I just blurted it out. "I I I love you" I said, to which she replied: "Already?"
That should have been a big clue....
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