Point B

Like every song ever written everything in life has a beginning, especially every story has one too, this is our story from point A to C, as far as the story goes, you´ll see that point B was a little tricky but it was a crucial point to get to where we are now. A couple of days ago a person asked me why I wrote these memoirs of She and Him and the answer is very simple, once in a lifetime you have your own great story to tell; Some stories are meant to be told over and over and to never be forgotten. That is why I write this, so I don´t forget the memories, the laughs and if one day it should end, good or bad, I want to remember that once upon my lifetime I had a crazy story that make me laugh out loud each time I remembered it. They say everything in life happens for a reason that there are no casualties or coincides, but I was never a firm believer of this statement until I met him. Life had brought me to a point where I was in house that I didn´t belong and couldn´t afford, but yet there I was against all odds living in Palm Springs having a life style I often criticized and referred as shallow and empty. It may seem at this point that I´m talking and talking about myself but really I´m just creating the scenario so you can understand point A, so there I was it was Palm Spring the year 2011 on a June night having a couple of beers with my friends when I heard a voice deep and masculine, the kind that makes you blush If you heard it in your ear. He got there said good evening like any normal person would and then that same night after a few laughs and a very interesting chat we got to point B and spend a whole lot of time in that point. The riddle, question and conundrum here is what exactly point B is, well let me tear it down for you in two simple words affair, adventure, no strings attached, no sentimentalism, no sharing our lives, and a handful of rules we started to brake. I think we broke the rules faster than we could come up with new ones; that was our biggest non problem, we loved to break the rules and not go by on what society expects us to do or live for; we are rebels, we are fighters, we are free spirits, we are warriors each one with a past, a very big present and an uncertain future. I think we haven´t really moved completely from point B because there is a sense of comfort in the adventure of living in point B, you know the knowing you can flirt, smile, giggle and look around at the buffet, even thou you had just had a very fulfilling lunch or breakfast or dinner if you know what I mean. It was a mutual agreement that we could do whit our behinds whatever we pleased using the proper care and protection obviously and on my behalf I can tell you I tried already the 31 flavors of Basking Robins and had not found let alone THE FLAVOR, not even my flavor of the month, week or night, somehow I didn´t want to admit, that I was pleased with the dessert that came to my home. One night stands, lovers and couples came prancing around and as quickly they came into my life, the went out, because they were missing that something twisted and yet so right for me that only HE could provide to the bedroom. As the lovers and so on passed also time ran its course day, week and month wise until one day, I found myself doing nothing but my laundry and He found himself leaving town (let just say that it was for delivery purposes) and in that very moment he popped the question…. Would you go with me? – Had you going there for a second- and obviously my answer was YES. So I got as quickly as possible there and when I got there, well let´s just say he look hot as hell according to my personal standards, he was just hearing music sitting in a bench in Grand Central when I got there, we went on a little road trip that took a left turn in to point C, and again I said YES, whit a freaking smile on. Now the underlined and small print in the contract of our partnership had changed; a new agreement was thrown to the table based on a deeply disturbing q and a session (well it wasn´t that disturbing, but you need a little drama in this kind of things). As we walked away from Central Park, He started to question me on personal and very intimate issues of my sentimental situation in that very moment, and then he finally got to the real issue: She and Him in Point C. The plot thickens, for many of you will think point C is happily ever after, but if you had read one or more of my stories, you can surely agree I don´t believe in that Hollywood shit, so Point C is not even close to happily ever after, but more likely it´s happy now, crazy now, stupid now and perfectly pervert now. That night as some nights before (only on special occasions and non-holydays) She gave in and let herself go, putting down the many bricks and walls She had built around her; She let Him swept me of her feet and in to bed and She let Him take her breath away with his lips pressing against hers. For one night after many, many years all the scars and the pain was forgotten and all that mattered was that moment; She did not think about tomorrow, She did not think about the ghost of the past or the haunting sorrows that were present in their lives. She just felt. That was the signature in the new contract in Point C, where the fb status were no longer a mockery but actually their current situation, they talked it out from many angles and they decided to put a feet on the dark side of the force to see what all the fuss was about. Many days have passed; another month has run its course and the crazy pervert strangers that once shared a moment watching the same …. Pass by now share another level of complicity and excitement. Sometimes she is very doubtful about the estrange events that surround them like in every day events, she even questions the fact that life has put in front of her everything she wished and hoped for, Could life give you a second chance? Will she screw up? Will he fuck it up? Like I told you Point C is where She and Him now stand, but point B is and always will be their OKLAHOMA ….