At the bar &mdash
A Regular: I saw him. He was walking and holding hands with another woman.
Me: Yes. So?
A Regular: So, I guess you could tell by the sex, right?
Me: Excuse me?
A Regular: You know. The sex. It must not have been very good. It's a sure sign that things aren't going well. You probably knew by that.
Me: We were spectacular. It was the best sex ever.
A Regular: Huh?!
Me: [staring straight ahead] Yep. Spec-TAC-u-lar.
A Regular: [drunken crickets]
Having seen the charming Mrs. Regular, my internal soundtrack switched to Frank's Wild Years: "His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash..." I can see why that would inform his point of view.
Monday, October 29, 2007
The lemon drop martini
couldn’t mask my surprise.
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I love your writing style; very sparse, haiku-like. A snapshot of a moment in time.
Very different from my blogs, which tend to be exposition-heavy and didactic.
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