Whiplashed
I shook my head in frustration as I sat in the car waiting in traffic. My fiance and I had just met for lunch and was it my fault that my ex-girlfriend Tina came over to our table to catch up with me? True, she acted as though Wendy wasn’t even there as she kept touching my arm, my shoulder, my leg. It probably didn’t help things that Tina was dressed super hot, making what Wendy was wearing look like a kindergarten teacher’s outfit.
After about ten minutes of Tina rambling and flirting on and on, Wendy stormed off to her car and drove out of the parking lot. Surely going back to the apartment we shared to pack her bag and stay at her mother’s. I excused myself from Tina and ran to my car to catch up to Wendy.
I ended up getting stuck in traffic on my way to the apartment and the events of what just happened kept replaying in my mind. I should have done something. I could have introduced Wendy to Tina as my fiancé or excused myself earlier before Wendy took off. Still Wendy didn’t have to over-react. She is way too jealous. Tina was hot but she never meant more to me than a piece of ass.
The traffic was moving slowly. I sighed and looked out the driver side window. Then I saw her. Not Wendy. Not Tina. But Alice.
Alice. Alice was my first. My first real relationship. My first love. My first... well everything. Alice was beautiful, smart, fun, and humorous. Yet I never loved her like she loved me. That is til she left me when I cheated on her with Tina. That’s when I realized Alice was perfect for me. That I wanted her back. That I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. But it was too late She wouldn’t return my calls. Didn’t answer her door. Even quit her job. Eventually she moved to Seattle.
Obviously she was back. A car honked from behind me and instinctively I sped up.
And slammed into the car in front of me.
“Perfect,” I said. “Like this day could get any worse.” I had hoped that Alice hadn’t seen the wreck.
She did. Alice ran over to my car.
“Hey are you alright?” she asked.
I lifted my head up and smiled nervously. “Yeah I am, thanks.” Hoping she wouldn’t recognize me.
“Hello Steven,” Alice said coldly. She took out her cell and began to dial 911.
I dropped my head to the steering wheel. When I raised it again I realized that the person I had hit was getting out of their vehicle and was probably ready to ask me what the hell I was thinking at the tops of their lungs.
“What the hell were you thinking?!”
I looked up at the familiar voice and saw Wendy staring at me with a small cut on her forehead. She was in her company car.
“Of course,” I mumbled to myself.
Wendy’s face fell when she saw me. Then her face started to turn red.
“I called the cops Steven,” Alice told me.
“Alice,” said Wendy coolly. “What are you doing here?”
“I was walking on the sidewalk on my way to work and saw the whole thing. I’m a witness Wendy,” Alice replied with some attitude.
Wendy looked from me to Alice and suddenly realized exactly what had happened.
“That’s why you ran into me?! Because you were too busy gawking at her?!” She threw her engagement ring on the street. “We’re done.”
Again I dropped my head to the steering wheel. When my forehead hit the horn, I didn’t bother lifting it. I let the loud, continuous honk drown out Wendy’s fading sobs and Alice’s verbal abuse as I waited for the police to arrive, just praying they would take me away.
I am going to die alone. But judging on every woman I have ever been involved with, that’s fine with me.
