“I love women. They’re like goddesses.” Max took a long swig of Guinness, kicked his boots up on an empty chair.
“Man, don’t let Naomi hear you say that shit. She’s always pissed at me.”
“You and Naomi, your good shit. What you got is deep–you hook up, you fight, you have kids, they fight. Then you get old, and you’re still together. That’s what it’s about.”
Rick noticed the waitress standing behind him, “I’ll have another Jameson.”
Max leaned in, “You got to meet this chick I’ve been seeing. She’s a trip, man. She’s like, I don’t know, really weird, but I like it. She’s got this thing about eating in front of people. I mean, she wouldn’t do it. I’d call her up and we’d go downtown and check out a band and she’d be really into it, you know? Then I’d want to take her out and get some bar food and she wouldn’t go.”
“Maybe she’s anorexic.”
“No, no, that ain’t it. One day I figured I was going to find out what her deal was so I took her out on my bike and we rode out to Devil’s Lake. We hiked around and made fun of people’s kids. You wouldn’t believe this chick, she’s more crass then me. I don’t even think she likes kids. Anyway, I made a whole day of it. Then I took her out for ice cream. I was starving, she had to be hungry.
At first she was like, ‘I don’t like ice cream.’ But you could tell she was lying. She just kept looking at it. So I told her if she didn’t order any I’d do it for her.”
“So you forced her to eat.”
“Nah, man, she had to do it sometime. So she gets some ice cream and we go outside and she wants to go be alone. That’s cool, I did too. So we go down by the river and there’s ducks and stuff and we sit down. Then she starts to eat. Oh, man! She starts grabbing the ice cream with her hands and, like, smashing it around on her face. It’s so weird. It was like at Nicky’s birthday party, remember that, when you stripped the kid down and gave her a piece of cake? Damn!”
“Man, that’s messed up.”
“I know, but it was kind of hot too.”
“You’re still seeing this chick?”
“Hell yeah. Tonight I’m making dinner.”
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Thanks to Fred Osuna (Spitball Army) for his suggestion, “The last time I ate ice cream.” I ate ice cream yesterday, Purple Cow. Beat that. And follow Fred on Twitter, he’s better than stellar.
ROTFL … this one made me laugh out loud! You nailed the guy’s voices too. Happy weekend, darling!
He he. It made me laugh out loud when I read it to my husband and saw his face. An excellent weekend to you as well!
Ha!
Ha ha!
You are just so talented and witty 🙂
I’d like to put that on my resume. Thanks, Jamie XO
Haha! I wondered what it was with her not eating, but never suspected!! Great story xx
Did you think she was a vampire? I’ve since been told the “not eating in front of people” is often a vampire tell. It makes it so much more exciting. Thanks for stopping, Sam.
very nice
Thanks, Rolli!
I love the filthy full circleness of this! Dudes. They’re funny.
They sure are. So are we. And proud of it.
My favorite part is the title. lol –Dani
That would be an alert muse and a sleep-eyed me. 😉
This is funny! Made me laugh.
So glad to hear it, Sonia.
Great write…didn’t figure out the reason for not eating in front of people…good laugh !
Thanks.
☮ ♥. Siggi in Downeast Maine
Thanks, Siggi. I find it charming that Max digs this girl mess and all. I mean, sheesh.
Oiled wood, indeed! Does everything remind men of sex, or does it just seem that way? 🙂
Oiled wood, indeed! (I just had to say it again, you made me laugh in the coffee shop)
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I’m kind of new to your blog – I LOVED this story! Thanks.
Natasha, thanks so much! I love seeing new faces 🙂
I got instantly sucked into the story–then loved the sudden ending. Convincing guy talk!
Thanks so much, Karen!