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Nostalgia of a Broken Woman

Based on my true life experiences.

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Six years ago every time we drove around in this empty long deserted high land my wife and I come up of saying that soon this place will be occupied with houses where at presently was in a process of planning. Down the flatten hills was these in big bold signs of property by one of the construction company. We usually park our car just right where we can see the busy street of Vallejo, California. Summer time when we both here eating fries, large size root beer, and ultimate cheese burger from jack in a box. While waiting for the sunset that eventually will take long of waiting in this kind of season for the horizon to cover up the sun. Since we don't have any kids yet being here of an hour or two is good enough of speaking something particular that adequate for both us of to chill out from the eight hours of journey from our busy type of jobs. It was kind of romantic and sweet and somewhat intense that we still have these sense of acting like a boyfriend and girlfriend type of relationship where presently were more advanced into that now, well it's just a way of getting our selves from expressing into more mature things that sometimes we forget to talk at home. In here we discuss more on marriage life subject such as wanting to buy a house, become our nesting place, to grew old together, and the exciting part we talk over and over is to make love in every corner of the house. We laugh of our fantasy as well the stupidity, and our silliness in a way that at end we came out of saying that how corny we are. I remember summer of July 1998, when I had my yearly vacation back home Philippines. I was on my twenties then my adolescent period, eager to meet someone like be a kind of serious connection, where previously I had a somewhat relationship that we both not sure the real score, its not a fling, not even a mutual understanding, so we ended up into becoming friends where it is more precise. I met a lot a girls on my first week which some of them are from my childhood, and dated several women that I didn't quite find interesting. I don't know something is missing, I didn't feel these kind of excitement nor thrill while I am on my date perhaps its not yet the right time for me to get serious for a relationship. Which obviously all the girls that I've dated are all good looking. I am not that super macho type guy or the tall, dark and handsome. As all my buddies says I got these heartthrob looks that whatever it is, I'll buy that. Perhaps my humor and charisma that I have made me look appealing. The funny thing is that, some of the women I met are desperate to get laid on me where to the point that they were the one knocks on our door house in the morning to make it sure that I am home. Frankly I wanted to where I am on the age of dealing my hormone fest wanting for more but on my second thought there's this big no where I knew what will happen next. It will lead into something quite a relationship which to me I haven't met yet that person that ill be willing to give in, and honestly I am not the type of guy that will take advantage on a gal showing some sensual emotions towards me. I was having breakfast when I heard my older bro talking to somebody on the doorstep that looking for me, It was Noli one of my childhood friend asking me to go out with him like have a haircut to one of famous saloon in downtown the David saloon. That was cool cause I really needed some hair trim, It wasn't that much customer when we get in to the parlor where the hairstylist assisted us right away, we treated properly so I gave a big tip. After that we had lunch in some Chinese fast food, he ask a favor if it is ok with me if we could drop off a while to his college friend. I didn't ask much more question if this friend is a he or she, soon we arrived to this apartment that looks like a dorm, I found a lot of ladies. Where they knew Noli and this woman that I think on her early four-ties where she looks like an ill mannered person that happen to be the landlady of this place. Noli ask her for something…

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