Ex-Girlfriends Page #7

It matters for all kinds of

reasons.

What we have is a civilization built on

rules and morals.

And if you're just gonna say that

it doesn't matter

and someone can just do

something

and then one day, it's a problem,

and the next day, it's not...

He tried every argument he

could think of,

but nothing worked.

She loved Tom,

and that was that.

"Maybe," he thought, "it was

the very fact

that Tom had done something so

monumentally wrong.

If Tom had only done something

a little bit wrong,

like texting when he should have called

or making out with someone else once,

then it would have been weak and

distasteful to forgive him."

But because Tom had committed such a prolonged and loathsome act of pure deception,

she elevated herself to the level of

sainthood by forgiving him.

She had succeeded in transforming herself

from helpless

to the supreme judge ruling over

the whole situation.

The deception didn't ruin her life,

it made it finally make sense.

And as he continued to look at her,

he started to suspect that she was

completely crazy

and that he had been chasing after the wrong

thing the entire time.

Tom wasn't what he had pictured

at all.

He'd always imagined someone

more imposing,

an evil prepster

who would be the type of guy to cheat on his girlfriend and maybe kick a dog on his way home.

Tom looked disappointingly

normal,

someone that he might have been friends with

under different circumstances.

To make matters worse,

Tom explained how he was actually glad that his

double life was over,

and that someone had finally forced him to

confront his terrible actions.

The worst part was that Graham

actually believed him.

The fact that everyone was so happy with the outcome

made Graham even more depressed.

Not only had his plan to expose the truth and

win Laura back failed,

it had precisely the opposite effect.

It'd brought them closer

together.

Tom invited him into the house

to join the party,

but Graham declined.

His only thought was getting as far away

from there as possible.

Kate had fared no better.

Tom had immediately apologized and

asked for her forgiveness,

robbing her of any pleasure in

tearing him apart.

The whole thing was a

disappointment.

Maybe we can go get a coffee

or something in the city.

You know?

Disgusting.

They're happy.

I know.

What did we miss?

It had been a wasted weekend.

He had so thoroughly believed that

he was doing the right thing,

and that if the truth was brought to light

then he would come out ahead.

But there was something somewhere that he

hadn't taken into account,

and he couldn't

quite figure out what it was.

They went back over every detail and tried to figure

out where they had gone wrong.

According to the facts, they should have

come out ahead.

They had been the ones seeking to bring

the truth to light.

And for what?

What difference had it made?

He was only trying to win the

affection of a girl.

And in the grand scope of things,

what did that matter?

Hey.

Did you really mean that I'm the husband that

you never wanna have?

You really think I'm a

psychopath?

No.

Sociopath, maybe;

psychopath, no.

Okay.

Then I guess you can say we went out.

They decided to go to his apartment and

sleep for a few hours

before she had to take the train

back to New Haven.

Are you awake?

No.

Think I'll ever find real love?

Yes.

When?

Later.

With their bodies so close

together,

there was the impulse for things

to turn sexual.

But then it started to feel good to be close

to someone without that.

That wouldn't have been the

answer anyway,

just a new entanglement to

fall into.

He hadn't held hands with someone that he wasn't

going out with for a long time,

and it felt nice.

It felt like something

simpler,

like it was more important to

have a good friend.

He took her to her train, and

they said goodbye.

He thought about just getting on a train

and going somewhere,

somewhere far across the country

without packing or wondering what he would do

when he got there.

He wondered if he could be totally in the present

without worrying about the past,

to just live there in that moment,

But all the trains were going to places

like White Plains,

so he decided he should stay

where he was.

He thought about the story he

was going to write.

He wanted to put things down as

they had actually happened,

without changing them too much to make the story funnier or more dramatic.

He would try and present the people

as they actually were

and the situations as they had

actually happened,

because maybe there was something

to be gained

from seeing how things

happen in life

instead of how they happen

in stories.

Maybe he didn't even understand

what had happened yet,

and in getting rid of some details that seemed insignificant at the time

he would be getting rid of the

most important part.

If he could just write it down,

maybe one day he could look back on it

and understand.

The people in the class would not like it.

But then again, they wouldn't have liked anything

he had done anyway.

Comments?

Graham?

Lisa.

Hi.

Hi!

How are you?

I'm good. How are you?

I haven't seen you in forever.

I know.

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