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the kitchen and headed into one of the rooms. "I'll be right back," she said. "Why don't you pop a movie in the dvd player? I got a whole bunch of them."
I chose an action flick - Blast Back, a movie about some dude who, on a cold winter night, witnessed a hooker getting slaughtered by a top official in the federal government and then has to run for dear life. The poor fella had to abandon his home, his career as a chiropractor and his dear sweet newly- wed wife. His flight led him through through dark alleys, cornfields and brothels. I had never watched the movie before, but it grabbed my attention, so much so that I hadn't even noticed that Jean had been away for seventeen minutes.
I called out to her, walking through the hallway.
"Jean?"
A door opposite the bathroom was slightly ajar. I knocked on it and it opened wider. And that's when the whole night took a turn for the worse. Jean lay across the bed, belly down, sobbing. From where I stood, I could see a long tear stain that ran down the red bed sheet to the foot of the bed.
"Jean!" I called out."What's the matter?"
She looked up and spotted me. Then she jumped up, pushed me out of the room and shut the door. I stood there and, for a few minutes, tried to decide what I should do. I mean, I had only met her on that day and so that meant that I didn't know her very well and neither did she know me.
the kitchen and headed into one of the rooms. "I'll be right back," she said. "Why don't you pop a movie in the dvd player? I got a whole bunch of them."
I chose an action flick - Blast Back, a movie about some dude who, on a cold winter night, witnessed a hooker getting slaughtered by a top official in the federal government and then has to run for dear life. The poor fella had to abandon his home, his career as a chiropractor and his dear sweet newly- wed wife. His flight led him through through dark alleys, cornfields and brothels. I had never watched the movie before, but it grabbed my attention, so much so that I hadn't even noticed that Jean had been away for seventeen minutes.
I called out to her, walking through the hallway.
"Jean?"
A door opposite the bathroom was slightly ajar. I knocked on it and it opened wider. And that's when the whole night took a turn for the worse. Jean lay across the bed, belly down, sobbing. From where I stood, I could see a long tear stain that ran down the red bed sheet to the foot of the bed.
"Jean!" I called out."What's the matter?"
She looked up and spotted me. Then she jumped up, pushed me out of the room and shut the door. I stood there and, for a few minutes, tried to decide what I should do. I mean, I had only met her on that day and so that meant that I didn't know her very well and neither did she know me.
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PART 2
PART 2
I
chose to leave. It was crazy of me anyway coming over to this lady's
house and I wondered why I did. I took a chance with everything -
stopping to help her, listening to her and even eating with her.
She could've tried to harm me, if she so chose. I had made myself so
vunerable. Why?
The "alone factor."
I hadn't seen my son in three weeks and I missed him terribly. I didn't have too many friends that I could really depend on. And dates? Well, dates were another thing altogether. The kind of women I was meeting weren't really interested in me. The longest relationship I was in since I got divorced was a year and a half long. That one ended on a really bitter note. So I was alone. That was why I was out to meet new people, new friends. And that was why I was here standing in this lady's hallway asking what the matter was, getting the door slammed in my face.
I could've kicked myself if my feet weren't in such a hurry to find the front door. I was just about to grab the knob when she called me.
"Marcus, please don't leave." Jean stood there looking weak and defeated. The tears had strewn mascara down her cheeks and when she spoke it seemed like it was in slow motion. She sat on the couch and focused on some invisible object on the carpet. I stood right were I was. It was still Jean's turn to talk and if she wasn't speaking I was good as gone. My mind was surely made up.
"Sit down, please. I'm sorry." She looked up and gestured toward me with trembling hands. If something traumatic happened she wasn't saying and I knew
The "alone factor."
I hadn't seen my son in three weeks and I missed him terribly. I didn't have too many friends that I could really depend on. And dates? Well, dates were another thing altogether. The kind of women I was meeting weren't really interested in me. The longest relationship I was in since I got divorced was a year and a half long. That one ended on a really bitter note. So I was alone. That was why I was out to meet new people, new friends. And that was why I was here standing in this lady's hallway asking what the matter was, getting the door slammed in my face.
I could've kicked myself if my feet weren't in such a hurry to find the front door. I was just about to grab the knob when she called me.
"Marcus, please don't leave." Jean stood there looking weak and defeated. The tears had strewn mascara down her cheeks and when she spoke it seemed like it was in slow motion. She sat on the couch and focused on some invisible object on the carpet. I stood right were I was. It was still Jean's turn to talk and if she wasn't speaking I was good as gone. My mind was surely made up.
"Sit down, please. I'm sorry." She looked up and gestured toward me with trembling hands. If something traumatic happened she wasn't saying and I knew
