Thursday, August 25, 2011

the matress

she invited him to sleep over, or rather, he invited himself over and she said he could sleep next to her. She said just sleep.
An hour later he was touching and kissing her, her body responded. He wanted everything, she didn't mean to, but her body craved it and gave in. But said no. She said no. She repeated no, I can't.
I have my period.
I don't care.
But I do.
Truth is, she didn't either, but it was a new mattress and the sheets covering it were also new. But that, well that she didn't say. She just said no, not now. Wait a couple of days.

Monday, August 22, 2011

why is disgusting



He promised a wine bar. When she got there he said they should go somewhere else, something about the noise and the lovely day and the heat. Of course he wasn’t dressed appropriately (kaki shorts for a date, really?) but she was. They walked. He commented something about her attire and how funky or something it was. She dismissed his comment.
They ended up in a coffee house. Coffee? Really? Instead of wine? Well, she thought, let him do, let’s see were this gets us.
It is usually the first 5-10 minutes in a first date, that’s when you know its going to be another disaster and you just stay for the anecdote. Bad dates make the best anecdotes.
They ordered bruschettas. He said something about his tomato, no salt he said. But when they came there was some vinegar on top of them. He got angry, she said she would eat them while the waiter brought some others.
“The thing is, what I simply cannot stand, is if I ask a question and the other person asks in return, why? I find that disgusting…”
“Disgusting? “ she asked, “That’s a strong word.”
“Yes, disgusting. Because if I ask a question, I want an answer. If you don’t want to answer, just say so, but don’t ask why… “ he was turning aggressive, his whole body posture had turned towards her and was hovering over half the table. She had to lean back just to breath. Ten minutes of this.
She smiled, half smile. “But what if I asked you right now how much money you make… you would ask why, you wouldn’t say it’s too personal or you don’t want to respond, would you..?” he fell quiet. Didn’t know what to say, mumbled a bit.
“What about if I asked you how many sex partners you’ve had, would you answer me? No, but you would ask why? Yes, why I want to know that. Its obvious and not rude, its obvious. Right?”
“Uhm, yeah, I guess you are right. So some of the time asking why is not disgusting. But most of the time it is.”
And she wanted to run out of there but didn’t know how.
“So, have you been married?” she asked.
“No.”
“Why?”
“I hate it when people ask that, as if it’s not normal for a 44 year old to be single and never been married. I haven’t found the right one. It should be more normal to never be married like me, more people should be like me than when you meet them and they are divorced and with a kid…”
She just nodded.
“And have you been married?”
“Me? No.”
“And why not?” He tried to be defiant, like her, but the question was nonsensical, especially with that tone.
“Well, it’s not that strange. I am 15 years younger than you.”
Silence.
“But do you believe in marriage?”
“Do you?”
“And do you like where you used to live? Your country?”
“Yes, do you like yours?”
“Yes”.
“And what kind of family do you have…”
At this point she was beyond exasperated, “this is not a job interview, so stop interviewing me. I am not applying for a job. We can talk, we can chat, but stop interviewing me.”
The date continued. She planned her escape.
When he returned from the restroom he asked about other dates she had gone on from the same website.
“Oh, that’s where I’ve had some of the worst dates of my life.”
“Really?”
“Yes. But it’s ok. I write about them.”
His eyes went wider than his mouth.
“Don’t worry, its just for me. I don’t publish them.”
Little did he know. Thank god the check had come and gone. They parted ways half a block later.