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Whitney (Review Your Ex-Lovers W/O)Mar 23 '06 (Updated Apr 23 '08) Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line was, at the end, just another tragedy. The Bottom Line was, at the end, just another tragedy. Whitney was eccentric, talented, tarot-carding bisexual who satisfied everyone while simultaneously weirding them out. She was undeniably a good person, but colossally frustrating and vulnerable. Yeah, that vulnerable thing... it's pretty bad when you have (former (though this is debated)) assholes like me. Girls, don't you remember when you were five years-old and said that certain boys were icky even though you were infatuated with them? Whitney was still doing this in eighth grade... A middle school parking lot during recess. Rumors and gossip prance around and leap into people's ears and out their mouths. Whitney and Sarah stand together, chatting loosely. Enter Marshall, a confident and gregarious young man, with Tom, an uncouth but ohsocute young man, stage left. Marshall: So yeah, the dance is on Friday. You girls going? Sarah: No... Whitney: Yeah... Marshall: Yeah, you girls can get down on the dance floor. And dance with Tom. Whitney: No! Ew! Fade to Tom's sophomore year. Sixth period Introduction to Art. Tom and Whitney are seated next to each other, arguing as usual. A girl sits across from them. Girl: You guys always argue. It's like you're married. Tom: Married? To Whitney? Never. Whitney's not attracted to me. She always said "ew" whenever Marshall mentioned us dancing. Whitney: Not attracted to you? Tom, I had the biggest crush on you in eighth grade! Tom: What? What the fuck? Why didn't you tell me this shit earlier? Whitney: Because I was afraid you didn't like me. You had a crush on Sarah. Tom: What-well-I-mean-I-what... I was very much attracted to you in eighth grade. Whitney: Really? You were attracted to me? Tom: Yes, yes, I was. Damnit I can't believe this. If you just would've told me... Another missed chance. The whole art table laughs, sympathizing. They can't believe it either. Fade to 5th Social Studies. Tom sits behind Whitney. They write notes back and forth to each other. Tom's notes basically indicate that he "kinda likes" Whitney. Whitney reciprocates the affection, but notes that she also "kinda likes" this kid Skylar. They agree to a half-relationship until Whitney can decide what to do. Montage. Tom, feeling sorry for Skylar, encourages Whitney to choose Skylar. She chooses Tom. Fade to Present Day. Tom goes to Page 29 of his Epinions profile, locates "I, Teenager: Part I, Chapter 1- Sex and Me." Copies and pastes: That one night I saw 8 Mile, Whitney and I made out. While I really was not in the mood for this (Whitney was, and I know this just because I've heard her talk about how she's kinda mad she's never been that far with a guy before), and all because she really made the move that one night, I simply assumed this girl was a lot hornier than me, and I thought I'd use that to my advantage. Whitney and I also made out at the Sadie Hawkins' dance the other night, and right then I was so sure that she was truly hornier than me- and since she came over last night, I really decided I might use it to my advantage- but I wasn't going to try to hurt her. Whitney and I cuddled on the couch for a while when she came over, and started watching Lord of the Rings. This was very comfortable and romantic (to both of us), but we were both starting to get frustrated when my sister and her friend started walking in trying to "serve" Whitney with food. And then, after they had walked in several times, my dad, who was in the kitchen, and had seen us, called me in to talk to him. Dad says: "Now I know you like your girlfriend and everything, but I don't want your sister seeing you two in that position." This thoroughly p*ssed me and Whitney off (me, much more), and after I told her, we just decided to walk back to my bedroom, where we just stood up, holding each other, and kissing each other lightly every once and a while. Then, my dad calls me back again. Dad says: "Now, you know what your mom said about being in the room. Me: "What are you talking about." Me thoughts: "F*ck you, old man." Dad: "Just, no Tom." Me: "What? We're not doing anything." Me thoughts: "I want to f*cking hit you." Dad: "I know, I know, but just no." I head back to Whitney and tell her. "That's ridiculous," she says. We can't even f*cking touch each other, even away from my sister. I seriously wanted to put a gun to my dad's head (without shooting him) just to establish that in terms of me and my girlfriend, I'm in control. After that, I was so p*ssed, that instead of venting my anger, I decided to just go sit on the couch. I sat there for about half-an-hour (without Whitney, who was looking at baby pictures with my dad), and I just thought about how much I wanted my dad to leave, just so I could "outsmart" him and do stuff with Whitney. I wasn't even caring about Whitney at the moment. I had nothing to express to her like I did before. It was about "outsmarting" my dad and then saying to my friends that I saw Whitney's breasts. Outsmarted -The Hives My dad ordered subbies, and Whitney and I both agreed that we hoped that he had ordered carry-out so that we could get some time away from him and have a personal moment. I'm sure Whitney was thinking about just sitting there holding each other, instead of my idea- which was, as I said, outsmarting my dad. He left. Right there, I told my brother to watch for my dad (my brother and I are probably the coolest brothers in the world) so that I could fool around with Whitney. So then I grabbed Whitney's hand and ran her back to my bedroom, doors locked. She sat down on the bed. I sat down on the bed. For some reason, I wasn't feeling any emotion. I just wanted to mess around with her and get it over with. So first I held her. Then, somewhat forcefully, I just got on top of her, and started making out with her. However, I didn't notice that it was forcefully, being so angry. Whitney made nervous laughs. I started to touch Whitney's breasts, and while she told me to stop, she said it so jokingly that I was sure she wasn't serious. And then I started to take off her shirt, and got it together I pretty much see all of her breasts with the bra on. Thoughts (in italic): Yes, it's her breasts. Now I have one more girl to the collection. I lied on Whitney and started touching her breasts while I could see them. Then, just for fun's sake, I sort of lifted the bra, just so... Yes, the nipple! THE F*CKING NIPPLE! I've seen many nipples before, but now I've seen WHITNEY'S NIPPLE! DAMN, AM I A PIMP Little did I realize how much of a cliche I was being. I was becoming everything I criticized in society, and I didn't even know it. What a fool I am to be so ignorant. Whitney left an hour later. I just sat there on the couch after she left, and then suddenly, I felt empty. I felt as if everything I had just done was wrong, and that I had just done it all for emptying my anger and passion. I felt so wrong... so emotionless... so corrupt. I got online. She got online. Whitney: You intimidated me a bit. Me: How so? Whitney: You just seemed so forcing... so forward. Me: I think that it was all the emotion inside of me... I was just venting it... and I happened to vent it on you... right now I feel really empty... like I don't want to ever do anything with a girl again. Whitney: Well, I really wish I was over there now then. You scared me. That one really hit me. Why was I such a fool? What I had done was practically rape. I had scared my girlfriend. If I scared her, then she thought I was going to go too far for her. My girlfriend thought that I was going to rape her. Me: I don't think I'll ever be able to look at you again... what I did... it was so wrong. Whitney: No, it's okay, it probably won't happen again, I understand. Me: No, you don't understand. What I did was wrong. I just don't want it to even possibly happen again. I'm so sorry. Whitney: Damn, now I wish I had never even told you, since you're all depressed and stuff. But I wasn't depressed, I was just emotionless, to where I didn't care about anything any more, I just wanted to go away from the world, feeling so horrible, so that the world wouldn't have to see me again. I felt like I'd be doing them all a favor, by doing away... I wasn't going to kill myself or anything, but how much I wanted to, just so that I wouldn't feel so empty, and so that they wouldn't have to see me again. The relationship continues, regardless. Whitney, on her bad days, never communicates with Tom, and this frustrates him. Eventually, he is pervaded by guilt, this caused by the pasted events. He calls it off, unable to process his emotions. Whitney drops out of school after her sophomore year and home-schools. They begin dating again his junior year. She is very accomodating and polite. Tom, ambivalent, is an asshole. One day, she comes to his house. Whitney's had medical problems before, and these become nascent when Whitney has difficulty breathings after Tom provides a bear hug. Tom, flustered, begins incessantly ignoring her. She stomps out of his house, fuming. Internet conversation. Whitney: I have a boyfriend. Tom: I bet that won't last long. Whitney excoriates Tom and blocks his screenname. Afterprom, junior year. Whitney's playing Twister on a giant inflatable platform. She sees Tom. She waves to him. Whitney (enthusiastically): Hi! Tom: I thought you hated me? Whitney: Nope. Senior's last day, senior year. Whitney has a made surprise appearance at the high school. Whitney: Tom?! Tom: What? Oh-what-well... Whitney?! Whitney: How are you? They hug and engage in a small talk. November 2005. Tom works at Pretzel Fest. Whitney walks by the counter. Tom: Whitney?! Whitney turns to him and looks confused. Whitney: Tom?! Tom: How are you? They talk. Whitney lives in an apartment now, and is flying out to California in January to study film directing. Tom wishes her well and they depart. Would you date her again: Only to remunerate for being an asshole Could most men handle her sickliness: Probably not Rating: 3/5 Other Rating:: B- Recommended: Yes  |
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