"I've met someone."
"Really! Who is she?"
"You don't know her. Trust me." "I just wanted to tell you face to face."
"Oh, O-okay...what does she do?"
"It's not important."
"What...why?"
"I don't know...it's just not."
"Well...then...who is she?"
"She's amazing."
"Really!?!"
"Well, that is to say...she makes me feel things that I've never felt before...and feelings that I've stowed away...way up on the top shelf...that I've only brought down to dust off from time to time...well, they're sitting right in my lap now...after over 20 years, looking at me, saying, 'Hey there' with a tired, teary-eyed smile...waiting..."
"Waiting!?" "For what?"
"Idunno...you tell me."
"Do you love her?"
"I..." *pauses for a few moments* "I think I do...yeah, I do."
"How do you know."
"I don't know...I just do."
"Whell...does she love you back?"
"She said she does."
"Well, who said it first?"
"I did."
"Ohhh...I see."
"What do you mean, 'I see?'"
*shoulders shrug* "Oh nothing."
"Don't *shoulders shrug* 'Oh nothing' me!" "What do you mean!?"
"Well, you've been there before, right?"
"Been where?"
"Where you have someone say that to you..."
"Yeah!" "So!?"
"Well, what did you say when you maybe didn't feel the same way?"
*eyes pan down and away...searching...then snap back*
"FUCK YOU!"
"What?" "I'm just being the Devils Advocate here." "I'm sure she does though."
"Yeah, whatev."
"How did you meet?"
"It was on a Sunday, AJ and I had just finished a 4.5 hr ride and I'd ordered some food for us at our regular spot. Part of AJ's 'rent', as you know, is to clean the house and he'd been procrastinating for a few days, that day was no different. 'Hey Dad, whataya-say I go and pick us up some food?' 'No, how-bout I go, and you clean this place up!?'" *eyes start to drift again, staring off in the distance* "It was on a Sunday."
"Yeah...*hands wave in front of his face trying to clear the fog* "You already said that."
"Sorry, I'd walked in, took a seat at the bar, ordered a beer and settled in, clearing my mind, ready to have a moment with a pint."
"Really...a *arms rise up, looking not unlike a puppet, surrendering to some master, mocking in quotations* moment?"
"Yes...a moment!" "What?"
"Nothing...go on."
"Tell you what, I've got some things to do anyway, lets talk later."
"Wait...o...okay, talk to you later."
"Really! Who is she?"
"You don't know her. Trust me." "I just wanted to tell you face to face."
"Oh, O-okay...what does she do?"
"It's not important."
"What...why?"
"I don't know...it's just not."
"Well...then...who is she?"
"She's amazing."
"Really!?!"
"Well, that is to say...she makes me feel things that I've never felt before...and feelings that I've stowed away...way up on the top shelf...that I've only brought down to dust off from time to time...well, they're sitting right in my lap now...after over 20 years, looking at me, saying, 'Hey there' with a tired, teary-eyed smile...waiting..."
"Waiting!?" "For what?"
"Idunno...you tell me."
"Do you love her?"
"I..." *pauses for a few moments* "I think I do...yeah, I do."
"How do you know."
"I don't know...I just do."
"Whell...does she love you back?"
"She said she does."
"Well, who said it first?"
"I did."
"Ohhh...I see."
"What do you mean, 'I see?'"
*shoulders shrug* "Oh nothing."
"Don't *shoulders shrug* 'Oh nothing' me!" "What do you mean!?"
"Well, you've been there before, right?"
"Been where?"
"Where you have someone say that to you..."
"Yeah!" "So!?"
"Well, what did you say when you maybe didn't feel the same way?"
*eyes pan down and away...searching...then snap back*
"FUCK YOU!"
"What?" "I'm just being the Devils Advocate here." "I'm sure she does though."
"Yeah, whatev."
"How did you meet?"
"It was on a Sunday, AJ and I had just finished a 4.5 hr ride and I'd ordered some food for us at our regular spot. Part of AJ's 'rent', as you know, is to clean the house and he'd been procrastinating for a few days, that day was no different. 'Hey Dad, whataya-say I go and pick us up some food?' 'No, how-bout I go, and you clean this place up!?'" *eyes start to drift again, staring off in the distance* "It was on a Sunday."
"Yeah...*hands wave in front of his face trying to clear the fog* "You already said that."
"Sorry, I'd walked in, took a seat at the bar, ordered a beer and settled in, clearing my mind, ready to have a moment with a pint."
"Really...a *arms rise up, looking not unlike a puppet, surrendering to some master, mocking in quotations* moment?"
"Yes...a moment!" "What?"
"Nothing...go on."
"Tell you what, I've got some things to do anyway, lets talk later."
"Wait...o...okay, talk to you later."
This was a post I'd started back some time ago but never finished. It was a conversation that I was having with the most argumentative, obnoxious, self centered, asshole of person I've EVER known...in the bathroom...after a shower.
Not sure why I never finished it. Or, maybe I did.
Not sure why I never finished it. Or, maybe I did.
