Saturday, January 18, 2014
Disease Without a Cure?
Romantic Adjustments
-As a cheater, she was World-Class, replete with the
protestations of love undying, and the little dances of
total hurt when she got caught. Plus, of course, the liquid
promises never again to etc etc etc.
-And he, the perpetually-bruised Aggrieved?
-You could say–-for fantasy’s sake. I’d ranked him a hair
above her, actually. Cheat-Meister. Worshiped in the Genre!
-But they loved each other...?
-Deeply! Profoundly! Und, forever-y!
-Uh huh? With always an eye open. So? What happened?
-The inevitably terrible implosion-explosion!
-And they haven't seen each other since?
-Uh? We'll get to that. She presently runs a ranch in Ida-fuckin-hole.
-And he?
-Mr Andre, herding a phalanx of other hairdressers in Honolulu.
-And living with Bruce, the Decorator?
-Nope. Never turned away from women. Just. Completely.
Loves ‘em! No ifs ands or buts.
-All right, get them together! I don't wanna order another
latte I could stand on.
-A reunion for those who once hung out at Limping Lefty's,
managed by this incompetent arranger of such weak events.
-Now THAT was a parcel of lame intellectuals!
-Then, yes.
-Well? When they saw each other? Our lovers, and not?
-Locked into an embrace and wept for an hour. We maneuvered
them into a side room, proceeding to get blind.
-See? THAT had been THE LOVE! Never to be duplicated.
Never! And then?
-She back to Idaho and he to Hawaii.
-Come ON! Gotta do better than that!
-Oh? Didn't know we were making a freakin chickflick here!
Excuse me altogether!
-Well I’m not satisfied!
-Who is ever?
Labels: cheating, lovers, reunion
