And She Ruined My Best Frying Pan

Submitted by Sherman:

Nancy was actually the girlfriend of a guy I played frisbee with in college.  I was surprised when she got in touch with me five years after we had all graduated; surprised because she and I had barely ever interacted, and I had assumed that she and my frisbee teammate had gotten married or moved away or whatever it was.

I didn't ask her why she reached out to me of all people, but we caught up over the phone, she told me that she and her college boyfriend had broken up three years ago, she lived nearby, and asked if we could do drinks sometime soon.  Why not?  Despite the question mark hanging over the circumstances, I rationalized that she just wanted to hang out and talk over the past.

She gave me the biggest hug, and I ordered drinks for the two of us.  She pounded down several, became more and more touchy-feely, and was finally about as legally on top of me as one can be in public.  I asked her back to my place.

She attacked me with unbridled passion as soon as we stepped into my apartment.  She ripped off her clothes and we slammed onto the bed.  We went at it for a while, and her moans and yells became softer and softer until finally she wasn't moaning or yelling at all... she was breathing heavily.  Or... wait... was that...?  Oh no.  She was crying softly.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

She swallowed and let out a sob.  I stroked her face and again asked her if everything was all right.  Then, she said something that knocked me flat.

"That wasn't like him at all.  And I really wanted it to be." She buried her face into my neck and cried her heart out.

I held her for the rest of the night, and she alternated between crying and moving away from me in the bed as far as she could go.  Then, she would reach out for me, only to push me away again a second later.

In the morning, I woke up to the smell of eggs being cooked.  No, wait... eggs burning.  I jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen.  Eggs were certainly burning in the pan on the stove, and Nancy was nowhere in sight.  She must have started them, thought better about waiting for me to wake up, and left in a hurry.

I never heard from her again, nor did I reach out to her, thinking that no good would come of it.  I hope that she's doing well, whatever she's up to.