A Sunday Spent Together-Grocer and Writer (Guy’s Perspective)

It’s Sunday and I am slowly waking up.

I’m off today, but most of my paycheck is spent because I went out with my girlfriend last Friday.

Still, I promised her I would try to spend the day with her today and I won’t break that promise to her.

With that, I check my Go Phone for any text messages.

There is one and it reads, “I hope we can still hang out later today. My mom has been on a rampage. She finally crashed, though.”

So, I reply to her, “Of course we can hang out. I’m just waking up, but would you like me to bring you to my house?”

“Sure, that would be wonderful.”

“Say no more. I’ll come get you right now.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Let me just get dressed.”

“I love you, baby!”

“I love you too!”

It’s chilly outside so I cover up well, then I walk out of my house and lock the deadbolt on the front door. Then I leave my yard, lock my hurricane fence and start my car.

Soon I am out of my neighborhood and on the Interstate, headed to the suburbs.

I take the exit to her subdivision and soon I am driving down her street.

There she is, standing in the driveway. She is wearing a cute pink sweater and blue jeans that hug her body and show off all of her features. My God, she is beautiful.

I pull in, then step out of my car.

She sweetly embraces me, and says, “Let’s get out of here.”

I kiss her forehead and rub her back, then say, “Your wish is my command!”

So I open the passenger door for her and she gets in.

Then I enter the driver side and we leave.

“Now my house isn’t the best, in fact far from it,” I tell her.

“That’s all right. At least you have a place of your own,” She replies.

“Now I have to warn you about my neighbors-they are shady. Please don’t talk to them, don’t even look at them.”

“They’re that bad?”

“Yes. They are on drugs.”

“Like my mom?”

“Worse. They’re also in a gang. I don’t think your mom would kill someone for a yes or no.”

“Oh, my.”

“This is what I mean when I say I wish I would have better researched the neighborhood.”

My girlfriend has a look of great distress on her face. She has every reason to be.

In an attempt to reassure her I say, “They never made trouble with me. Of course, I have to overlook a lot of things they do.”

“Like what?”

“Like not call the police when they are blaring that loud vulgar music or parading the streets when they are drunk or high. I just stay inside anyway though, unless I am getting the mail or cutting my grass.”

“Then I’ll stay inside too.”

We then get off the Interstate and are in entering my neighborhood. I am at a railroad crossing and the gates are going down. A train is approaching. We sit and watch it pass.

My girlfriend then says, “I guess this is where the railroad line was relocated. My dad and other people in my subdivision fought to have the railroad taken out of our area and moved to the less fortunate part of the city.”

“It doesn’t bother me that much. In fact, if the economy wasn’t so bad right now, I’d try to get a job with the railroad. The hours would be just a little worse, but the pay would be exponentially higher.”

“We wouldn’t get to see each other as much though. Just let my dad get you published as a writer, he has the connections.”

“You’re right. Then I would be on easy street.”

“Just make sure to always make time for us.”

“Don’t worry I will. I mean if I didn’t how would I have any inspiration?”

The train has now cleared the crossing and the gates went up. Cautiously I begin to cross the tracks and make sure another train isn’t coming.

When I see that it is clear on both sides, I cross.

Soon, I am on my street.

I park my car against the curb, then step out.

Afterwards, I open the passenger door for my girlfriend then escort her out.

I unlock my hurricane fence and hurriedly we walk across my yard and up the steps.

I get my house key and unlock the deadbolt on my front door and we enter my house.

“This is it,” I tell her.

I then walk to my bedroom and raise the target temperature on my thermostat. Seconds later my floor furnace starts up.

Curiously, she looks around then says, “It’s not so bad.”

She then sees my desk with my computer and composition books.

“Is this where you write?” She asks.

“It sure is,” I tell her.

“Could you read your stories to me?”

“I would love to.”

I then get a chair from my dining room and hand her the swivel chair.

We both sit at my computer and I read to her.

Suddenly I hear her stomach growling.

I continue reading to her.

The gurgling gets louder.

I look at her and she smiles at me.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

“Yes. My mom went on another binge eating episode and I didn’t make any more groceries yet.”

“Let’s go to my kitchen and see if I can feed you something.”

My girlfriend nods then we walk to the kitchen.

We look through my cabinets but all I can find is a can of Always Save Pork ‘N’ Beans.

I show it to her and say, “I hope this is all right with you.”

“It’s fine. I would eat anything.”

“Then I’ll heat it up for you.”

I take a Swiss Army Knife from my kitchen drawer and use it to open the can.

Then I pour the beans into a saucepan and light my gas range. We wait for them to get hot.

I also brew some CDM coffee and chicory blend.

“We can have some cafe’ au lait with some rice pudding for dessert.”

“Thanks, but I’m already so fat and I shouldn’t eat sweets.”

“I think you’re beautiful; body, heart and soul and I would want you no matter what size you are.”

“I wish I could be skinny, but it’s such an uphill battle.”

“Well just know that I love you, no matter what size.”

She throws her arms around me and says, “I love you too!”

Now the beans are warm, so I put them on a plate for each of us. Then I pour some Best Choice Creme Soda.

We then sit down and eat.

My girlfriend is so hungry as she is scarfing down her food.

I can only ponder to myself what kind of mother would let her child starve.

I’ll be more than happy to take care of her with the little that I have though.

After we are finished eating, I ask my girlfriend, “What would you like to do?”

“Snuggle together.”

“Well let’s go sit on the sofa and watch a movie. There’s usually one that plays on Sunday on one of the local TV stations.”

My girlfriend follows me to the living room. We sit down and she wraps her legs around me as we cover up in a blanket.

I turn on the television and pull up the guide feature to find out that Breaking Dawn Parts 1 and 2 are playing back to back.

We sit and watch, holding hands.

After the movies are over, I ask my girlfriend, “Would you like some dessert? I know you are worried about your weight, but I like to spoil you.”

“I guess I’ll take some. I do have a sweet tooth, maybe that’s why I fell for you.”

With that, I pour the coffee and chickory blend then add some milk and sugar. Afterwards, I get us each a cup of Senor Rico Rice pudding from my refrigerator.

We sit on the sofa and eat, smiling at each other blissfully.

After we are done, it is now dark.

“I hate to leave, but I need to get home before my parents realize I’m gone.”

“I’ll take you home, but I’ll definitely miss you.”

So we leave my house and I lock the deadbolt on my front door.

We walk to my car and I open the passenger door for her, then enter the driver side and start my car.

Sadly we drive through the December night until we arrive at her parents’ house.

“I can’t wait to spend time with you again,” She says, kissing me good night.

“Hopefully, it will be in just a few days.”

“I love you so much!”

“I love you just as much!”

We kiss once more and then she goes inside.

I drive back to my house and get ready for bed as I have work in the morning.

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