Customer Service:The Slow Downfall of Happiness [Chapter Eleven]

Her teeth and her hair. When I first beheld the spectacle that was the beautiful, Bella she seemed familiar because of those two physical traits. I dated a girl in high school, named Marie, Bella reminded me of her.
Their teeth, spread far from each other, it never bothered me, at all. And they say those with "different" teeth are great kissers, and at the time I wondered if it was true with Bella, I didn't find out until later, just how true it was.
Then there was the hair. Marie had orange hair, naturally, but always dyed it a deep red color, and when I first saw Bella she too had that deep red color hair.
Jump to me watching a youtube video called "Magic 8 Ball" with Betty [or Tawnya, I can't remember] and her telling me,
"That kinda looks like Bella!" Upon seeing Marie throwing an 8 Ball at Kody and him screaming.
"AH! You hit me right in the pussy!"
You see, I wasn't the only to see the similarities between the two, although Bella had a much better body and was much more of a bitch. But that was something that attracted me to her.
Most of the girls I dated were complete bitches, and not in the way rappers talk about, or even in the literal sense, but just really mean people. NONE, of them got along with my sister, Brittney, so it was kind of funny when Bella once told me,
"I don't want to meet your sister."
"Why not?"
"She won't like me."
"Why does that matter, it'd be funny!" I said with a laugh.
"I don't know, I just don't want to meet her." And that was the end of that conversation.
Cut to me at Knott's Berry Farm with Marie, she's buying me a funnel cake, it was so yummy, but since I was the only one eating it I didn't enjoy it too much.
I learned how to be romantic from Marie.
She was the perfect girlfriend I had, but that might have been because I saw her as more of a friend. In most other relationships, I'm the one who tries too hard, always trying to keep her impressed and happy and in love. But not with Marie, she was the one who tried, and I feel a deep sense of remorse for being so cold, but I would have never cherished what she did if I didn't. I learned a lot from that relationship.
I learned if you can't have a real conversation with a person of the opposite sex, you should not date them.
I learned to embrace the little things, and I don't just mean the sweet things. I mean to acknowledge when the distance begins and decide "Would it be better to stay together, or to cut our loses and stay really good friends?"
I learned that honesty is the most important trait to look for in a girl, because most girl are psychos.
The honesty thing is something else the two of them have in common. So since I had already liked Marie, it was a little easier to start liking Bella, plus she had that great body that I don't think I could ever get tired of.
Cut to me, D_double_w, and TCP driving to the NIN show and someone cutting us off and TCP screaming.
"If I had a horn I'd honk it, Dickhead!"
Cut to Bella and I driving in my car, me talking [as always].
"Blah, blah, blah!" I say and she's not listening, she's texting some unknown person, but I don't care enough to pry. No, not since Abbigale have I asked who someone's texting.
Trust was the major downfall of that relationship, and plus because I had the lurking suspicion that she was cheating on me. But that's all in the past now, my heart has turned to metal.
That also reminds me of the way I purposed to Bella, but that's a story for another time, I'm still talking about my exs.
Jenny was a freak in the sack, and she hurt me so good. I often imagined Bella was similar [this was before we got together, of course] due to her constant interest in the subject of sex. Not the two of us having sex, but take for instance my short story "Zeros and Ones" or when Crow and I were talking about her giving her husband road head down a mountain pass and them not crashing [made respect on his driving skills, by the way] and then Bella walks in.
"I've never gotten road head before." I said as she walked in.
"What!? Really?" Bella screamed. "That's weird!"
"Why is that weird?" I asked.
"I dunno it just is." She said, then checked her phone. Then she looked at me and said, "Are you serious? You've never gotten it?"
"No." I said, confused why the topic was still in question. "But if you want to change that for me, I'd be okay with that." Then Crow laughed and Bella's face scrunched up.
"No, bitch!" Then she stormed off, but I saw a glimmer of thought in her eye, as if she considered it for just a fraction of a second.
Indeed, quite funny.
Let's go through the top three booties, shall we?
Abbigale-The third best booty of the list, it probably aged well. But the sexy to sane ration was way of out balance on that one.
Bella-The second greatest booty, this is all before I really got to see it, if you know what I mean?
Nucholey-The greatest of all booties, and with hips that could kill. When I first saw that girl, I thought she was out of my league, until I realized she liked dorky looking white boys with braces and great hair. Sigh, that booty!
Cut to Bella calling me late one night, her voice sounds different. I ask if everything's okay.
"No." She says, it sounds like she's holding back tears.
"What, what happened?" I ask. "Did you lose your tickets to see the Jonas Brothers?" That makes her laugh, but she seems angry and my mocking her in this weakened state.
"That's not funny, Ryan!" She almost hangs up.
"Wait!" I say, and she waits. "What's wrong?"
"Mathew and I broke up." Her voice cracking on her swallowed tears.
"What? Why?" I ask, a sincere concern.
"I don't want to tell you." She says.
"Then why did you call me?"
"Shut up!" She says, and lets out a long sigh. "I called out someone else's name."
"What?" I ask.
"While we're were having sex! I called out someone else's name!" She's yelling now. "Duh Ryan duh!" I can hear her crying bumping up through her throat.
"Should I ask who's name you called?"
"I said Ryan!" She says.
"Who the fuck is Ryan?" I ask.
"You're fucking stupid." She says, then she hangs up on me.
"Seriously, who's Ryan?" I'm still talking on the phone, to no one. "Its not me, my name is..."

-Sir Jestro