"Long-awaited boyfriend"

                                   Part 1 ( introducing two girls at a corner bodega) 
                                  
                                   In a corner bodega towards placid evening, along northern city outskirt perimeters, a friend and I made our way to the ambiguous store clerk. My life would never be the same; after laying frail, throbbing, afternoon eyes upon her and an obese friend exiting the condiment aisle. It was she that caught more of my attention (small pale outline: I was not extremely taken aback at first, there was something attractive about her slender face and petite body-frame). I asked her if she'd like to accompany us for the rest of the evening; she could bring her friend, if she liked.
                                    Things got to be a bit crazy during those times; one-bedroom, second-story apartment that Tatum and I shared. I resigned all my weekends, days and hours;  repeating the same monotonous routines, all centered around the same desired objective: falling in love. 
                                   Tatum somehow got me a job at the ticket window of a neighborhood cinema. It somehow happened that day; I had no recollection of working there the prior three nights, due to hazingly, encapturing benzo-blackouts, the conversation in the bodega went something like this:
                                 Tatum: after you got off work last night.
                                 Me: I worked last night?
                                 Tatum: yeah, you actually worked the past three nights.
                                 Me: no, really?, where do I work?
                                 Tatum: I'm actually not that surprised that you can't remember, you were probably on a benzo high or something. Our friend Adrian got you a job at the Ridge Valley theatre at the ticket window.
                                Me: All right I'll be getting paid!, sounds like a great job!
                                 Tatum: It's actually a terrible job, high stress level; a lot of spoiled teenagers, there was a really hot, young girl hanging around your booth last night, you kept talking to her, you probably don't remember that either.
                               Me: ah, ha!. no, no I don't
                             
                               Part 2  ( I started dating you, winning your stale, delicate acquaintance through myriad attempts of insidious, child-like charm)
                     
                             In the sensual cured-meat and cheese department, we made passionate love upon aromatic floor tiles. Your moist, thriving legs penetrated thick illustrious heat. (Noting private foyer dimensions of perpetual flesh sinews and skin doctrines.)
                            Later in abundant flatland pastures, the threshing wind pushed jet-black hair-bangs across your pensive forehead. Voluptuous mascara shaded overtones, an angelic countenance pervaded your tight, immaculate expression. Alas!, an imperfect climax to endless vain voyages besides vacant city riversides.
        
                            Part 3 ( We sat amid languid-green-field-circles with the local minister passing a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream between you and the Cosmetology School sisters)

                           After I won you over; our relationship exponentially increased. You became the strong woman you set out to become, inevitably. Our love molded around each other; tenuous sinews intertwined. Your body became my perpetual expressway to self-realization. You taught me all about women's-rights in style. To be your long-awaited boyfriend: I was never so proud of anything, not even in sordid trivial dream landscapes.