The Last Time I Heard From Her
I was dating a girl in college that I was really into. We both loved going to watch concerts for smaller emo-type bands.
Anyway, I took her to Dallas with my sister—who happened to be dating the lead singer of one of the bands at the show—and a couple of other friends.
The show was at a venue called Trees and it had a really cool almost cellar like feel. Well after the show was over, we were all hanging out with a lot of the band members in the cellar-like bar area.
We were all laughing and having a good conversation when my girlfriend says, out of the blue, “This seems like a really good place to screech.” So, confused as we are, one of the guys from the band says, “Screech?” Oh god, I wish he hadn’t asked.
And, then my girlfriend immediately lets out this high-pitched, godawful, screech that had everyone in the venue turn around to see what was causing this terrible sound. My sister looked at my girlfriend and then back at me as if to say, “Why in the world would she do that?”
The guys from the band just stared at her for what seemed like forever before simply saying, “OooooooK.” And that was the first and only time that I knew the exact moment that I was done with a relationship…
The second we got back to town, I got out of the car and said, “Well, it’s been fun, but this relationship just isn’t going to work for me.” And that, as they say, was that. That was the last time I ever heard from her.