by John M. Carlson
I really can’t afford to be here! Rick thought, as he sat down at his favorite table in his favorite restaurant.
Indeed, he knew he’d be lucky if he could avoid having to go back onto his college ramen diet. At the same time, though, he wanted to have a nice lunch to celebrate the fact that his divorce was now final. Of course, there was the small matter of alimony (which was why he’d probably be eating a diet dominated by ramen soon). But the miserably unhappy marriage itself was ended, and he was free to move on.
He sat, thinking of the marriage that had just ended. Never again, he thought. I’m done with relationships!
Of course, he’d said “never again” when his last two relationships had ended. But this time he meant “never again” when he said “never again.”
Indeed, he thought, it might be best if no one had relationships. Based on what he saw with his family and friends, relationships more often than not seemed to end badly for all concerned. A bitter divorce if one got married. Or if one was only dating there would be a vitriolic breakup. But maybe he was just cynical.
He now remembered back to when he was 12. Back then, relationships seemed so crazy. Then, he became a teenager…and suddenly the most important thing imaginable was having a girlfriend. Relationships remained hugely important even to the present day, even though he’d learned from bitter experience that today’s relationship was tomorrow’s expensive trip to divorce court.
I understood something at twelve that I think I forgot: how crazy relationships are! he thought.
Oh, well. At least, his last relationship was finished, and he’d never, ever, ever have a relationship again.
After lunch, Rick headed back to his apartment. A woman was moving into an apartment down the hall from his. She was, Rick noted, very beautiful.
“Hi!” she said. “I’m Danielle!” She smiled a smile that absolutely glowed.
Rick introduced himself. They chatted a couple of minutes. Rick could sense she was interested in him. Very interested.
A few minutes later, Rick headed down to his apartment. All he could think about was Danielle.
John M. Carlson lives in the Seattle area. His stories have appeared in a variety of online publications. More of his work can be seen on his website.