A short story by Sandie Angel
Mark walked out to the patio of his town-home, and was soon greeted by a beautiful field of green meadow, filled with beautiful bushes and colorful flower-beds. In some places were patches of yellow blankets formed by fields of dandelions. He inhaled greedily.
He put on his sunglasses, took off his top to reveal his tanned broad shoulders. Mark was well-built, not bad looking for a 25 year-old guy. His wavy dark-brown hair was cut short. His masculine jaw line was emphasized by his clean and well-shaven face.
He pulled his bench over and lay there, motionless. His mind wandered off to many places, and many people. All the girls he had met so far were only of casual acquaintances. They were there just for the fun. He found them to be tasteless, and ignorant. He found them to be empty heads. He could not strike up a conversation with them even if he had wanted to, he soon found that he had lost his interest in them.
“Hi Mark! What are you going to do for the weekend?” He could still remember Mary’s voice over the phone. When he was living alone in the Toronto’s downtown apartment, Mary used to call him every other day as if she owned him. He soon found that he had no time to relax, he found her to be too over-bearing, too bossy and nosey.
Damn! Who the hell does she think she is to be checking up on me every week? He remembered himself thinking each time Mary called. He also thought of how good it would be to get away from all these drinking buddies.
He met Mary in Tony’s – A place in downtown Toronto where many people go there to have a drink or two. It was a lonely night for Mark. And Mary…she just happened to be there to fill the loneliness. - Two strangers who just happened to be at the same place, at the same time! They both drank excessively; and then went to Mary’s place to have sex. Mary had a great body, great bouncy boobs, and the sex was rough and ecstatic! But what Mark didn’t like about Mary was that ever since that night, Mary has been acting like she had owned him already.
“Stupid dumb blond! Ha!” Suddenly, Mark realized that he had blurted out aloud from his own thoughts. He let out a sly smile, rolled over, and let the sun shine on his back. Secretly, he congratulated himself that he had finally gotten rid of dumb blond Mary.
Then there was little Peggy, the dark-haired girl who was still in high school. Peggy was only 17 years old. He knew he should not have befriended Peggy, and introducing her to alcohol, but somehow she was like a breath of fresh air to him. She made him feel young. She made him feel like a 17 year-old boy once again.
Now Mark was 25. He still had not found his dream girl yet. He knew in this world there lives one very special person, and he had to find this very special person, he called this very special unknown person his “Soulmate”; his “Dream Girl”. He knew he must first set himself free from all others in order to find this special love of his life.
But in this sea of people in the world, who would be his special girl? Where would he find her?
He found himself drawn to the internet lately. He checked the so-called singles clubs on the net. Wrote to a few that he thought was nice.
As soon as he sent out his e-mail of introduction, some wrote back immediately the following day; yet some had laughed in his face, told him that he was not their types. They also made fun of his looks. Mark was furious, so he made out a nasty e-mail, copied and pasted it to the body of the e-mail, and sent that out to all the nasty women.
“Oh my dear lady!” Mark would begin,
“So you think you are so lovely, and therefore you are so proud and nasty?
Though you are like a rose now, but I dare not come near you, for you have thorns. You appear to be as beautiful as a rose, but your heart is black and filled with demonic venom.
I bet you no man will want to come near you, and you will end up being an old maid.
Just remember now, even though you are beautiful as flower, but one day you will be old and ugly. You will wither, and like a wilted rose, your petals will be wrinkled; and one by one they will fall. When that happens you will be nothing but a single bald-headed rose on a pile of mud. By that time, ha! I will not come near you even if you get down on your knees to beg me.”
Goodbye! My thorny rose! May you be blessed with a porcupine for a mate so you two will have something in common.
Forever your loss,
"Oh my dear XXX! You are as beautiful as a rose!
I want you to know that for the entire hour that has gone by I have been looking at your picture, holding it in my hands. You are as pretty as an angel, and as beautiful, warm and lovely the red rose. I could almost smell your sweet scent.
For the past hour I have been watching you in the photo. - I've been watching you watching me. You watch me with those beautiful eyes of yours, eyes that speak to me a thousand words of love.
I am envisioning myself combing your silky hair with my fingers, feeling its softness. Your lips are so full and beautiful, which only show me what a warm and lovely, and sensuous woman you are. I’m so happy that you have chosen me to be your friend. May our friendship blossom forever!
Thank you!
Forever yours,
Mark looked forward to finding his dream girl and soulmate from all these beautiful women. His head was now filled with electric dreams.
Copyright © Sandie Angel
It was a warm and sunny morning. It was bright, and the birds up on the trees had already begun to sing. The morning breeze took flight, it blew gently on the clouds, allowing them to move slowly, to take forms.
Handsome Mark”
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...And to the ladies who would love to be his friends, Mark wrote:
Mark"
February 15, 2006