The Office Curve

He Said, She Said...pt. 2

I didn't know her name.

I didn't know what she looked like.

I didn't know if she was a total fox or a total sex bomb or whatever.

As sadness flickered in Kaim's eyes, I knew that whoever she was, I wanted to rip that bitch apart.  I didn't need to hear the sad story to know that wherever she was, beautiful or more beautiful, that if I found out who she was and if I ever got a hold of her, I would cut that bitch to pieces and feed her to bunch of other wild, hungry, and basic bitches.

 And though I reached over and took his hands with a kind, sympathetic smile, there an wild maelstrom of anger and hatred boiled within my heart.  While he just admitted to me that once upon a time he was absolutely douchebag, it didn't matter.

She hurt him - she broke his heart.  And I wanted blood.

"I don't like talking about this because I get so stupid over it," Kaim admitted, blinking his eyes.  "My mom says that it's okay to get upset over it, even after all this time.  But every time I hear that, it's like every drop of testosterone boils over and my manliness demands satisfaction."

I snickered.  Even in sadness, he still had jokes.  "It's okay, Kaim.  If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."

"No, I want to talk about it, I just don't want to cry about it."  He sat up erect, taking a deep breath.  It's been seven years since it happened and to be honest, I don't think about it all the time anymore.  But when it does pop into my head, I can't help but feel sad about it.  You know how first love goes - when it's good, it's amazing, and when it's over, especially when it ends, it leaves of scar on the heart that doesn't quite heal fully.  There's always a reminder of what was and what could have been."

"I guess I don't have to ask how bad it was, then," I whispered softly.

"It was a hot mess."  He spoke the words quite easily.  "Back then, I didn't think it was a hot mess - I thought it was real.  But looking back, yeah, it was doomed to fail.  But you know how stubborn people are when they are in love - especially when raging teenage hormones are involved."

"I wouldn't know," I said with a shrug.  "I mean, yeah, I had raging hormones, but no one else to share them with."

"That explains a lot."  He gave me that sexy, playful smirk, and my ovaries damn near exploded.  "You say I'm talented in the bedroom, but you don't realize how you give me a run for my money every night.  Now I get it - you've been storing up your hormones for someone like me.  Now, I getting the brunt of all that pent-up sexual frustration."

"It-It's not like that at all!"  It totally was, but I would never admit that upfront.  "Before you came along, I hadn't had a sex in a year - a whole year.  I wouldn't say I was losing my mind, but involuntary celibacy does strange things to a woman."

"Fair enough."  I was thankful that he let it go.  "Anyway, it was destined to fail.  Of course, I didn't believe that at first - I was so sure that I'd finally caught a break and things were going my way."  I watched as the memories of the past clouded his eyes.  "I loved her long before she and I decided to give it a go.  Our families were cool with each other, and her parents helped out my mom after my dad passed away.  His death was the definitely the push, but her lovely face was definitely the on-going motivation."

"I see." I still wanted her blood on my hands.  "She must have been something if you had it bad for her."

"I thought she was."  His voice was so quiet, I wonder if I'd heard him at all.  "To me, she was the perfect woman.  She was beautiful, she was popular, and she had this light, musical laugh that would take all my sadness away.  It hurt me to look at her because I thought she was so pretty.  Rich, dark brown hair and golden brown eyes, always sweet and always open.  For me, she was the total package.  She was, as they say, sugar, spice, and everything nice.  Of course I wanted her - me and every other guy did."