Memories Of An Ex-Girlfriend
While organizing the inbox folder of my Gmail account yesterday, I stumbled upon an email that was marked unread and nearly a year old. The email contained an attached photo, so I clicked it to see what it was about.
The attached photo from the email was of a dirty blonde hair girl smiling naughtily at the camera. She was semi-nude, with tribal tattoos featured on the right-side of her torso, over her creamy white skin.
I had all but forgotten about this girl, but this girl was hard to forget…
Her name was Elizabeth, but I affectionately called her “Sunshine”, and that photo was among dozens of other photos she had sexted me when I knew her.
Although we only spent a few months together, Sunshine was unlike any girl I’d been involved with.
Whether I liked it or not, seeing that photo instantly brought back the memories of an ex girlfriend.
We originally met in Times Square, where she was waiting outside for entry to see ‘The Lion King’ on Broadway. It was her high school senior class trip and it was actually her friend (I forget her name now) that whistled and waved at me to come over from across the street. I casually walked over, wondering what this was about. The friend told me I was “hot” and wanted to “feel me up”. Although she was acting weird, she admitted that she was on E. Not wanting to entertain a girl on E, I shifted my attention to the giggling tall girl standing next to her.
“Excuse my friend”, she said.
We made small-talk, exchanged pleasantries, and ended up exchanging phones numbers and Facebook information.
The next morning, I received a text message that read, “Good morning!”. The reason I called this girl Sunshine is because she would text me each and every morning. I would wake up to the sight of her name across my phone screen…and I liked it.
I’m not sure why Sunshine took such a liking to me, but her infatuation with me was endearing. Anyways, she was hot too, so I didn’t mind.
Sunshine lived near Philadelphia, so this was something of a long-distance relationship.
We spent a couple of months texting and talking on the phone til we actually met again. Here’s what I learned about Sunshine in the meanwhile-
She was 18 years-old, bisexual, and worked some weekends as a go-go dancer for a nightclub in Atlantic City. She had done some modeling gigs and was hoping to get picked up for a reality show on MTV (not Jersey Shore). And as a high school graduation gift, her parents paid for her breast implants.
Yes, she really was unlike any other girl I’d been involved with.
When we finally met again, she came to spend the weekend with me in NYC. The following week, I went to Philly to spend the weekend with her. We alternated each week making the trip to see each other.
I considered Sunshine to be somewhat of a nympho. She LOVED sex, and almost half the space in her purse was filled with some sort of sex paraphernalia from Adam and Eve.
Our weekends together seemed like marathon sex sessions and aside from this wild side of hers that was unleashed around me, I also experienced Sunshine’s kind and loving personality. As much as I enjoyed slapping her around with my cock, I also enjoyed just laying in bed with her and watching Netflix.
Even though we had fun together, I never thought about a more serious relationship with Sunshine. She had many qualities I respected and admired (such as being mature, ambitious, and affectionate); but she had just as many flaws too (such as being emotionally unstable, mean-spirited to people she didn’t know, and extremely jealous). I liked her, but beyond the lust there was nothing I loved about her.
Also, the drive to Philly was something I stopped getting excited about; and soon I flaked out on even going. Although we never discussed our relationship in a formal manner, I knew this upset her.
All of a sudden, she stopped sending me the “Good morning!” texts that I was accustomed to each and every day. The 3 hour drive was a physical distance that separated us, and her growing silence would become an emotional one.
I never bothered to re-engage her.
It wasn’t until I saw that attached photo yesterday where I even questioned- what if?
What if I would’ve keep that relationship going? What if I should’ve been more committed to the relationship? What if we could’ve been more together?
Sunshine never gave me an ultimatum or forced me into any decision regarding the relationship…but what if she had?
It’s been close to a year since Sunshine and I last spoke. Besides the photos, the only thing I have left is memories of an ex-girlfriend.