I should have known it was the shirt that started it.
It was an amazing shirt after all.
Snowflake white with crystal blue pinstripes, it was everything you could hope a shirt would be. It managed to find a comfortable place in both fancy dress and laid back casual worlds at the same time. I found it worked best when worn with a pair of blue jeans.
She latched onto it right away of course.
Long velvet red hair falling softly around her buttocks, brilliant green eyes that could light up the deepest ocean, and my beautiful, wonderful, soft and luxurious shirt.
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It looked great resting on her supple shoulders as she laid fully back upon the wooden beach chair.
I was looking around for another Mexican beer. I loved staring at the condensation on the dark green bottles as it dripped down from the bottom and splashed against the deck floor like a sullen child's lost tear.
Fortunately, they weren't hard to find at this late night shindig.
Whose house was this anyway?
It didn't matter. I was here with the shirt.... and its occupant, my beautiful new girlfriend who would later become someone quite special to me.
She was laughing and flirting with a casual passerby. Girls love to flirt when they're with new beaus. Jealousy? No sir. Just as long as he doesn't touch my shirt that is.
I don't know how long we stayed at this party. An endless parade of people stopped by to visit with us. A rather large woman wearing what appeared to be a pink and purple plaid moo moo had placed a gigantic bendy straw through a small hole she had punched in a disgustingly sweet box of cheap wine.
No I would not like a sip.
An Asian gentleman with short cropped black hair was juggling quite a variety of different empty beer bottles. He made sure that each one was a distinct color. It was very pleasant to look at.
Eventually we left this party and headed back to my place.
Long story short.... we got married, shared accounts, got a dog, had a good year, she slept with my friends, stole said money, got pregnant, and we got divorced.
I know what you're thinking.
It's the same thing that I'm thinking now as I sit here staring into the void of my empty existence.
What happened to the shirt.
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SHIRT.
If I had just one more chance.
Just one more chance.
I would hold on tight to that beautiful shirt, and never let it go.
