Some things hit your tongue and transport you magically to a moment, a memory so vivid that it is barely recognizable as a figment of your imagination. You just swear that you are living it and all knowledge of the future, was just speculation.
Strawberry Pop Rocks did NOT do this for me. I bought them the other night. I had wandered into a costume shop and was looking around, feeling naughty after remembering a conversation Type Geek and I had prior to meeting in person… he asked if I was more likely to be naughty nurse or bad cop. I was looking to see if they had either option and they didn’t. Too soon before Halloween I guess. Anyway, still feeling naughty, I was walking out the door when I saw packets of Pop Rocks on the counter, near the register. I remembered hearing once that putting Pop Rocks in your mouth during a blow job was an interesting sensation for the man, so I figured I would grab a couple of packets and keep them in my arsenal for later.
There haven’t been any “laters” lately. Type Geek has been so busy with work that I have become a ghost. We have become ghosts to each other. I’m not quite sure where we stand or what we are doing. Between the stress of my own life and financial rollercoaster (thank you recession and housing market) the stress of his job and his brother’s illness, and the usual comings and goings of life, we haven’t been able to keep plans and see each other. It has been 2 weeks. So, tonight, I tore open the strawberry flavored package and found the taste less than sweet. A repugnant taste of disappointing memories. I am beginning to wonder if I made a huge mistake by not giving him a proper chance earlier on. Perhaps I have learned that it is impossible to hold two concurrent love affairs without some sort of subsequent eventual stirring of emotional muck. Perhaps we do not contain enough love to fairly provide, simultaneously, more than one individual with what they really deserve, what we all deserve.