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By Misti Lake Submitted by Misti Date: 2001 Jul 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.22.12.27.17547]] |
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Paul keeps showing up in my dreams. I don't even know Paul's last name. He was my ex-boyfriend's best friend. They were both lieutenants in the Army, stationed at Fort Sill in Lawton, Oklahoma. I was impressed with Paul right away. Movie star attractive, Wisconsin accent (a weird thing to like, I know!), "Reservoir Dogs" t-shirt, good handshake. He was married (still is, I'm sure) to a beautiful blonde RN named Lisa. They adored each other. ...Anyway, I only dated my ex for about four months and we never lived together. We just visited each other. I lived in Bridgeport, which is in Texas. I only saw Paul three times and talked to him on the phone twice. The last time I saw him was the last time I spent the night with my ex. We all went out to eat at this Chinese buffet place and then hung out at a dance club. I felt so cute in my black dress, sharing a cigar with the guys. But my ex was acting very strange. We all three danced together and then my ex walked away, leaving me alone with Paul. I felt uncomfortable so I went back to the table. Later on when we were all sitting at the table sharing the cigar and drinking, my ex made the comment that he wished they'd make a Polly Esther's (a disco/retro dance club...I met my ex at the one in Austin...I admired him from afar all night and finally mustered up the courage to approach him and ask him if his birthday was in February~ I just KNEW he was an Aquarian, like me~he said,"No, actually it's in May." I said,"Okay," and started to walk away because I felt stupid but he pulled me back...he's a Taurus, after all...with a Libra moon and a Capricorn ascendant) in Lawton. I said,"That would be recognition of a gay subculture and that will never happen in Lawton, Oklahoma." Paul laughed and gave me a high-five. Strangely enough, as much as I cared for my ex, I think the thing that hurt the most was losing Paul. I thought he was a cool guy, someone I wish I could've gotten to know better. I admired Lisa, too, but I only saw her on two different occasions. So I have no idea why I keep dreaming of the guy. The subconscious is an unruly beast. |