I never finished writing about that mammoth fight the soldier and I had on our “Little Match Girl” weekend. (Little Match Girl who smacks of the Plantain Girl)

That was also the weekend we discussed my ex-boyfriends club and I just got Jupiter-ed out on that I guess. The story grew out of bounds but I was reminded of it today when I was writing the soldiers’ son.

I was trying to make a point and it became necessary I recount the story of the blond girl - the blond girl who was bothering the soldier in the motel laundry as he tried to wash his truck driving clothes.

As a matter of fact she was doing things with her “unmentionables”, as he called them. Not knowing I existed, she was displaying them for him and he was becoming increasingly flustered.

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Two nights ago on the phone with the soldier…

“I was talking to La, La, La Lara and I asked her about the Little Match Girl,” I said. “She’s familiar with these stories and I wanted to know what she made of the fact you associated her with me.”

“What did she tell you?”

“She said what it conjured up in her mind was probably different from what you meant. So what did you mean anyway? Why do you associate me with the Little Match Girl?”

“Well I’ll tell you what I think and then you tell me what La La thought.”

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Now in the midst of this intense fight and the 2 hour long discussion of my club… the interaction with the gay man and the blond that has yet to be introduced, the soldier mentioned this new fact - he associates me with the Little Match Girl.

I was not too happy when he told me because I was overwhelmed as it was after 24 hours of intense process but I did get up and quick-read the thing which made me cry, but not profusely because I did not process it at the time.
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“There is no way I will ever be in that club,” the soldier said regarding the club my ex-boyfriends have and they do have one. “I don’t care what happens between me and you, I will not join that club.”

I stared. “I know that.”

“I may go to one meeting,” he said, shocking me.

“You’re going to go to a meeting with them?” I was stupefied. He knows how I feel about my club. I have no idea why these men decide they are going to best friends with each other when they break up with me but it happens and it happens routinely. “You’re going to a meeting with them?”

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