BULBASAUR AND PIKACHU AND DATING
June 13th 2008 08:58
The concept of dating is new to me. Jude told me to get into it. He told me that that’s what every nineteen year old should be getting into. When you’re in high school, you go out with girls and you fool around now and then, but you don’t go telling your friends you’re “dating.” The only girl I had “dates” with was Eva. I’d borrow Jacob’s work clothes and Eva would borrow her friends’ clothes, and after two weeks of saving up we’d go to one of those restaurants by Eagle Street and have no idea what the hell we were ordering. What in the world was jus? Why did everything have to sound French? In France, did all posh food sound Aussie? Eva thought that Merlot was pronounced as you spell it.
I was three hours late for my “date” with Melanie. Melanie is one year older than me. I saw her naked once. She looked funny naked.
It was incredibly difficult finding her place. It was one of those places that are so deep into a suburb you wouldn’t want to go back there ever again. I knocked on her door and she let me in.
“Mind if I shoot up first?” She asked me.
“Yes, I mind,” I said.
We argued for a while until we reached a compromise. I watched her snort some white stuff; I forgot what it was called, but it wasn’t cocaine. Her snorting sounded like a blanket quickly ruffling into something, and then all of a sudden, by some strange mystery, it would stiffen, snap and then vanish for good.
We went to a restaurant full of older looking people. They all dressed nicer than we did. They laughed but they didn’t really mean it. I looked at Melanie in front of me, and then at a couple sitting near us. The man touched the woman’s face slightly, and the woman smiled. The man poured them both drinks. I wondered how many times they’d both done that, how many more times that they will. I poured Melanie a drink and we ordered French sounding meals. I looked at Melanie scratching at her arm. I smiled and pretended to playfully touch her face, but really rub some powder off the side of one of her nostrils. Melanie giggled.
We drove to Mount Coot-tha and looked out at the view. She talked about her life but I didn’t really listen. I looked at the view and imagined things, I thought of things, and for a moment, there was some strange feeling, some overbearing ball lodged in me and I found myself incredibly afraid. She tugged at my arm and I suddenly realised where I was.
We walked near the restaurant, past a couple making out. We slow danced to no music, and we looked into each other, and we felt nothing. The car windows fogged and the world did not happen.
I drove her home and we got out of the car. We looked at each other. She smiled and looked down, shyly. She bit her bottom lip. “I like you,” she said.
“Oh yeah?”
She realised something. “You be Bulbasaur, and I’ll be Pikachu or Jigglypuff.”
“What do you mean?”
“You be Bulbasaur, and I’ll be Pikachu.”
I looked at her, confused. “What?”
“You be Bulbasaur, and I’ll be Pikachu.”
“What are you talking about? Are you high again?”
“You be Bulbasaur, and I’ll be Pikachu.”
“Let’s change the subject,” I suggested.
“You be Bulbasaur, and I’ll be Pikachu.”
“What do you mean?”
“You be Bulbasaur, and I’ll be Pikachu.”
I looked at my car. “Listen, Melanie, I’m going.”
Melanie smiled politely. “You be Bulbasaur, and I’ll be Pikachu.”
I rushed into my car. “I’m seriously going.”
“You be Bulbasaur, and I’ll be Pikachu.”
“You’re insane. You’re fucking insane!”
“You be Bulbasaur, and I’ll be Pikachu.”
“FUCK! YOU!”
“YOU BE BULBASAUR,” she said with the same expression, “I’LL BE PIKACHU!”
I drove off as fast as I could.
I hate dating.
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Comment by Anonymous
I love your style of writing. I'd totally buy your book!
Comment by Lilla
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Enviro Warrior
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didnt you ever watch Pokemon?
They were Ash,s Pokemon and on the same team, although different they battled the world together with their unique skills ... *chuckle* I would have stuck around just to see what powers she thought you both had?
Now you,ll never know, unless you risk another outing?
I also love your writing as always... its just so sad to see so many young people need serious substances to help them get through a day that is otherwise so beautiful ... with a thousand faeries and magic dust everywhere ...
Lilla ...
Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
I have to admit I watched a lot of Pokemon back in the day. Ash and Brock and the redhead and all that crazy goodness.
But I don't know. Was the bulbasaur and pikachu supposed to be a sex thing? Pikachu is cute and everything, but...
Drugs have always been around. I guess they make the world's faeries more accessible to some. I wonder when and how their hold will end and we won't have that need to temporarily escape somewhere.
Comment by Anonymous
I think the Pokemon thing was a total sex thing. I would have totally played along. Perhaps she could have unleashed what's in your pokeballs?
Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
Her expression didn't show any interest in anything sexual. It was pure insanity. My pokeballs are fine resting where they are.