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
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
Mrs van Iderstine Said I See. Again,
as the kitchen girls told her of serial boyfriends who cheated without a thought. She hinted at it with
her Rupert.
“They're cliches,” he laughed. “Most look at us as cliches,
with ridiculous names and quaint manners.”
Then he informed her of some men of his club flirting
with the waiters. “That's their rough trade, though many
on staff are grad students. Well, thank The Lord everything is genteel there, even the incipient homosexuality.”
She wondered what they could do about it all. “So much!”
“I share the view of Dr Carruthers. Call it sin and be
done with it! ”
Labels: cheating, class, homsexuality
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Excess
of Mulligans,
do-overs at
any rate.
How we jade
when you in-
dicate a tally
in reality,
but not. Even
your fantasies
begin to cease
counting.
Labels: cheating, do-over, mulligan, tally
