The laugh---
He, I have something to tell you.
I, Let me guess…
He, You seem to already know.
I, Please, I wrote the book on that shit.
He, How did you know?
I, Language + Circumstances +History = Predictable.
He, describes.
I, laugh.
He, Oh the courage…
I, Sometimes it takes being with a mother to grow …
He said that it was face-to-face.
I laugh.
He, Is it a matter of opposites?
I, Sometimes it’s simply a matter of being with someone who doesn’t know you.
They, roar… about… protocol.
I, sigh… nod… laugh some more.
He, Protocol? There is no protocol… To his/her own time&MO.
I, Oh you guys…What little you know…There is.
He, And you?
I, Not interested in inflicting that kind of baggage on someone. Just having fun. Not taking anything seriously.
He, I envy you…
I, Having somebody has never been a problem. Just a matter of choice.
He, How long then?
I, Six months to a year. Otherwise you’ll be more of a mess and you’re gonna take someone with you. A matter of habits. Haven’t you boys learned?
He shrugs, Maybe it’s love.
I smile, Is it? I hope it’s all happier.
He, Doesn’t know much…
I, Been trying to prevent division of people and properties.
I, It comes, you know. Most of the time you don’t want to be with anybody who will be a tie to the previous one.
He, I can handle it.
He, I will not condone violence.
I, You don’t fuck with me.
He, I don’t fucking care who…
I, Again, anything can be done with a snap. It depends on how I react. But she hurts him and I’ll fucking kill her. That guy doesn’t deserve more hurts. Then again, it’s no longer my business, is it.
He, You’re taking it well
I, We all try to be gracious.
He, I’m glad.
I, All part of the process: it passes.
He, Would you like to have sex with me tonight?
I, Geez, get some finesse or some game, man.
I, asking where he is.
He, answering and asking what is.
I, saying what is.
He, asking where and with whom.
I, surprised every time, always unexpecting.
He, cool and sweet, always coming.
He sits, Isn’t it his right.
I smile, It is.
He, Are we going home or going somewhere else.
I, Not yet. One for the road.
He says, Let’s give you something else to think about.
I laugh, Let’s ride.
He says, You dwell.
I say, There are some things I try to forget but I can’t. I learn from mistakes by remembering.
I, smoking with my feet propped on the banister, drinking iced tea.
He, smoking with his feet propped on the table, drinking water.
He, You can’t control everything.
I, I know. But she says nothing happens to me that I don’t allow. Again, choice, even the hurtful ones.
He, And when something does?
I, I feel raped.
He, Do you feel as if you’ve been duped.
I, Nope.
He, It’s understandable if you feel hurt. That was a long time.
I, It’s like you have a bandaged scab and you ripped the bandage in one go. Nothing first. Then just a sting. The scab holds.
He, Whatever any of those I get involved with does before, during, after, it’s nothing compared to what I’ve done. I let it go.
I, Courtesy. And you’ve done everything. And that’s why.
He, I gave her a ring---
I hold out two fingers.
He laughs, No shit? That’s fucking true?! Really?! Two years to get married?! Shit!
I nod and laugh--- It’s protocol.
He, With women, I can be bad, worse, worst but I can be sweet.
I, Yes you are.
He, It’s for marriage.
I, It is. And before?
He says, Fucking unrealistic that. The stag party alone.
I laugh.
He laughs, Doesn’t he have any sort of game?!
I scoff, Precisely.
He, The collarbone.
I, And?
He smiles, That’s just the collarbone. And the fucking idiot has to ask? So base.
I laugh, Thanks. I sure will keep that in mind next time I fuck a woman.
He laughs, shakes his head, Why the hell am I telling you all these things??
I laugh, You taught me a lot of things, hello. And I know you’re not at talker but we’re friends.
I ask, And just what will you do if I cry?
He laughs, I have a hanky. But don’t.
I laugh, Drive you nuts, huh? Don’t you worry.
He answers, Yeah. Can’t stand to see you cry.
He asks, What do you want?
I answer, I like this. I’d like to be alone for a while.
He kisses, Good morning.
I kiss, Good morning.
He asks, Who’s that?
I answer, My sisters, telling them I’m with you
He asks, Did you sleep?
I answer, Yes. You?
He answers, Not really.
I laugh, Right. You didn’t move much. Thanks for not rolling over me. Woke up one time and your head was on my pillow.
He shrugs, Did I snore?
I laugh, Nope.
.Resolved---
He asks, Anything else on that mind?
I laugh, None actually.
He laughs, Problem solved.
I laugh more.
I smile, Make sure your next text is better. Make it good.
He laughs, makes it better, makes it good.
He sends a message.
I laugh.
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