By Megs
Date: 5 February 2000

Hall of Flings

Maybe there's something wrong with the way she does it.  A look around her room
reveals depth and culture, but its all been picked up in the beds of former 
lover's.  Her friends say its unnatural.  That her only real interest is the
sex and the rest is merely a walk in her museaum of flings.
She picked up her addiction to Kurt Vonnegut from her first lover- a well read
law student who could quote 18th century poets and played John Coltrane and drank huge glasses of Merlot. He tempted her, said she had an old soul and was
much more mature than your typical high school girl. She tried to grow into him and read Breakfast of Champions and tasted red wine, but it all had had much more time to age than she.
She had gained custody of a 4 volume set of Bob Dylan CDs after her next 
heart's affair had ended.  He was much younger and wore a pony tail.  He rode a 
mountain bike, tried to sound profound by analyzing what Bob meant but gave it 
up and chugged Coors Light that he had bought with a fake ID.  She kept the CD 
because she was partial to Dylan's poetry but sent the guy packing cause he 
couldn't do it justice.
After that came the metropolitan New Yorker whose heart rate rose and fell with 
the stock margins.  He told her he wrote a lot and had hidden passions.  He 
took her to her first ever museaum on her first ever visit to New York City.  
He experimented with charcoal and clay and called her his inspiration.  She 
felt more in the paintings of Van Gogh she saw and bought a poster print 
of "Starry Night" for her dorm room wall.  His appetite turned out to be more 
for nude models than a taste for the artisitic and the relationship was a 
postmodern disaster.
This morning she lies next to the Cubs fan watching wrestling clips of the WWF.  He tells her he loves her a lot, so she lets her self go with him, acts her age even.  But she forms storylines in her head for writing he could never understand and she looks around his room at typical college alcohol 
paraphanelia and sighs.  She's learned a little about baseball and developed a 
crush on Derek Jeter, she tried to drink Budweiser out of the bottle, but all 
she can think is "Maybe next year..."