“She sounds hot.” – Russell

“I am afraid to talk to my grandmother… my voice shakes when I talk to my grandmother.”

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“I cannot wear contact lenses because I have bumps on my eyeballs.”

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“I have a keychain collection. My favorite keychain is from peru.”

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(When i asked her why her hand was all bandaged up):
“Oh i sprained my wrist… it just happens every three months.”

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(When offered a piece of cake from a co-worker)
“I want to eat it but i can’t eat it. I can’t eat it because I am going home soon. If i bring cake home I won’t be the one to eat it. I have a real sweet tooth.”

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“I live in an illegal apartment.” (more…)

Time: 4:45 AM
Place: M.G. Road Indore

After a long day, I decided to ease off. And what could be the best way to loose the neurons than a long drive in the wee hours. I cranked up my bike and headed to the busiest road in my town which is very calm at this hour. No Pollution, cool early morning breeze. It was heavenly. The speedometer is reading 110. That kind of speed does something to you. You are not driving anymore — flying is the word. I forget that it’s a city road and the speed limit is 40. Everything is blurred out of vision except the black strip in front. So calm, so serene and peaceful. The handle bar, gear peddle and the accelerator are not mechanical anymore, The bike is an extension of me. The musical rhythm of the four stroke engine eliminates all other noise…….. Noise from outside…….. Noise from Inside. And if you are thinking at all then your only wish would be that this moment shall never pass.

Right now is one such moment. Something catches my attention…… a few meters down the Road is a square and the road divider that’s 3 feet high is ending at that point. A cycle is appearing from its edge, 1 rider 2 pillions. Very slow … very balanced and totally unaware of me. In a moment I will hit them at 110 and then I will slide for 100 meters and I won’t be able to notice what happened to them. Turning the handle is not an option — If I try it I’ll be flat and it’ll be a full on collision — can I slow down??? No, too late for that even, jamming the wheels wont make any difference now. I will hit the middle and that will be the worst . I can feel each rotation of the wheel…. inching towards a deadly collision. They noticed my honk and turn their heads toward the source. I am looking at those men and the fear in those 3 pairs of eyes and they are looking at the object of their fear. My heart jumps into my mouth and then sinks deep down somewhere. My body is perspiring, I feel like I’m burning, and the next moment it evaporates and I am colder. I can feel raised hair on the back of my neck. And then the sensation is gone…. I am awake…. all awake ….. and I can do nothing to avoid this collision…….. I am watching them and they are watching me. Ohhhh god I am going to kill these men……….. Its all black……. or……… blank

And we passed each other without touching, without hurting. A slight deflection of the handle bar helped.

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I was just getting ready to leave and run an errand to the post office when the phone rang and it was Kenny and he wanted me to go out with him for ice cream. His place is only like half a block away from the post office so we could meet up conveniently. I agreed to see him, despite my better judgment. He truly was a crazy wild fucker to avoid, but I just…

Hey, I learned. I left him the last time. I went back the next night, but I left him before he could fuck me again. And it was easy to leave. It was so much easier and more emotionally healthy for me to leave than to stay and it is sad to think of how I chose to follow along a path of weak resistance and pain and misery, how I struggled on that path, for no reason of logic.

I shouldn’t have agreed to see him, knowing who he was, but I did. I was still on that path. (more…)

I call it my social job. It being a part-time sales associate at the local Mobil station.

My main job does not afford me very much contact with others. I am, for the most part, isolated from the patients, which is a good thing. My main job is working at a cancer center as a medical coder. In a nutshell, I translate doctor lingo into cold hard insurance company numbers. I try very much to disassociate myself from the emotional aspect of working in such a field. My heart would break. It is a high mortality area. And so, I isolate myself.

The gas station job affords me the chance to socialize however briefly with a high quantity of people. We are daytime’s bartender, if we choose to be. I see all kinds of people.

Some I see only once. For them, I become a random stranger who smiled and wished them a nice day. For them, I am the keeper of one of the cleanest restrooms across the country. I am the maker of one of the best damn cups of coffee when they are at their most weary. I am the giver of directions to late night food , to the closest clean bed or even to the nearest large parking lot that an 18-wheeler can fit on. Or sometimes, for some, I become the focal point of pent up frustration over the ever escalating price of gas. I am the symbol of corporate greed. For most, I will let the words rain down upon my shoulders to form droplets upon my back that roll off to become a puddle on the floor. Usually the anger is spent, and the chance of road rage is dissipated. This is why I allow it. (more…)

Smooth. Positive. Aloof. Cool. Outgoing. Romantic. Witty. Charming. These are the words that nobody would ever use to describe me. I’ve always been a bit introverted, ever since I was a small child playing games on my Atari 2600. I’d always been the awkward child, the underdog, the unnoticed, the kid in the back of the class and the front of the bus that didn’t make a lot of friends.

But as a grownup, for one night something magical happened. I became all of those mysterious words that had never quite fit me. Maybe it was something in the air, maybe it was because the events of this night made me feel so “cool” that I couldn’t help but play along.

This night, I had a date with a girl I’d met online. It was the first time we’d see each other so I was rather nervous. On my way from my home in New Jersey to our meeting place in her hometown of Philadelphia, I wondered about what I was getting into. I had met a few other girls online, some of whom had turned out to be a little scary. Some were possessive, others were uncompromisingly distant, and others were harmless but just not my type. Still others had looked nothing like the pictures they had sent. (more…)