You can't just club them over the head and drag them back
to the cave?
Pat, Pat, Pat...that's so pas'e.
A couple days before I started going out with Lauren, we were playing a game of Hearts with some of the Army officers. We were teamed together. Lauren was picking a card and looked at me, I winked at her. She paused for a moment and then kept on playing. That evening I was looking out of a third story barracks window, actually hoping to see her, and there she was, sitting all by her self on a picnic table in the middle of the commons between our buildings. I rushed down stairs and sort of ambled over to see her. She was reading the very first issue of Heavy Metal magazine. I sat down beside her. She was sitting on the table not the bench. We talked about the magazine and other things.
Later, some of our other friends came by and suggested going to a movie. We where all piling into a ‘62 Thunderbird when Maxwell, one of these likable guys who is unaware of the rest of the world, barged in and took the last seat in the car before Lauren. Lauren begged off being crammed in a car with 4 guys and 2 other girls.
I remember feeling disappointed. I remember thinking that I could just get out of the car and we could go do something else. I remember just having had my heart torn out and sliced in to little pieces, baked at 350 deg. for an hour and served to me cold by some bitch not more than a year earlier…so the movie sucked.
I think it was the next day that I asked her if she was going to walk in the 10K Volksmarch.