Busch

First name Jessica, last name Busch.
My ex-girlfriend. She was a ten. Perfect. Blonde, big strong white teeth, hips, boobs, hair, legs, everything. I still think about her on occasion. We broke up about a year ago, maybe a year and a half, and she's got this new boyfriend Dante, your classic alpha male. Good looking, protective, loud and everything that entails.
But hold on. This must sound like I'm pining. I'm not, I assure you. I broke up with her. That's right, I left the prettiest girl I'm ever likely to date, and I'm proud of it. I admit, it was nice being a beautiful couple. We'd walk into a place and the air would ripple, heads would turn and then look enviously back into their soup. We'd smile our blonde smiles, she'd touch the small of my back, she'd sit, I'd follow suit, she'd look around, I'd look around, but that was it. There was embarrassingly little conversation, and all the while, as we sat so numb, so pretty, the room would be more and more aware of the paltry thing I was doing. They must have been able to see the knowingness in my eyes, my intelligence, her beauty, her vacancy. She was an object, they knew, so I broke up with her. Many times, actually. I couldn't stay away for long. She was after all very pretty.
Not being able to stay alone long, she gets a new guy, shallow as her, dumbed down, not minding the minimalist conversation, but presentable, fun, active. Am I jealous? Possibly. I'm presentable, shit, but brooding. She couldn't understand that. Nor could I...
Strikingly beautiful girl though. Here's the kicker. She's with Dante for three months, I get a text message asking what I'm doing and of course, it's Busch. I know immediately what she wants and I give it to her. Out of spite, whatever. It was her birthday, I slept over, and in the morning she left for LA to visit her boyfriend. She called me a couple times after that but it's over now. I could never do it again. I've moved on, to the less beautiful, but multi-dimensional girl. Here's to you Busch, I'm over your ass (but miss you all the same. Comforting, isn't it, to be with someone beautiful?)