BUMPING INTO THE GOOD OLD EX-FIANCE
April 6th 2011 06:48
What I had heard about Bangkok before flying there was that there were a lot of temples, there were a lot of prostitutes, there were a lot of protests, there were a lot of elephants you could ride, there were a lot of friendly people and there was a lot of spicy food. What I didn’t know about Bangkok was anything else. The receptionist and I decided to fly there without any plans and see how far we could survive. I told her that we'd probably survive for an hour or two.
We were both set to go until we ran into her ex-fiancé, smoking in front of her place. He looked a lot thinner than he did in the photos. He looked run down, gaunt. He looked like he’d been having the worst few months of his life. He wasn’t in a uniform.
He rushed towards us and stopped. He looked at me, then at her. He pointed at me. “What’s this?”
“Fuck off,” she said.
“You told me you were just going to your aunt’s.”
“What’re you on about? I don’t even talk to you anymore.”
He looked at me. “She’s lying. She told me she’s just going to her aunt's.”
“I’m not lying.”
He pointed at her. “You fuckin’ liar, who is this guy? Why were you holding hands? I caught you. I caught you, you cheating little slut!”
“Don't raise your voice!" She hissed. “My neighbours are looking at us.”
“You text me every day, telling me how much you miss me and then all of a sudden I see you with this strange looking guy?”
That’s when it became ugly. I started yelling. Then the receptionist started yelling. Then her ex-fiancé yelled louder. There was a lot of yelling. There was so much yelling that I could’ve gotten away with yelling anything. A taxi arrived just as he raised his fist at me, making him stop his punch midway.
All of a sudden, he cried. It came out as a loud gasp at first, and then it became a vicious shriek that made everything around us simply die. The receptionist stood there, watching him cry. I’d never seen a grown man cry as profusely as he did. The taxi beeped at us and he ran off, wailing.
The receptionist grabbed my arm and we hurried inside the cab. She cried during the entire ride. “Touch me,” she whispered. So I did.
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