A Chat with Her
HER. So you said you liked me.
ME. Duh! Don’t tell me you never noticed. Silly girl.
HER. Fine. I did. But why?
ME. Why not? I still have a dick and I'm capable of being attracted to women.
HER. And?
ME. And what? I like you. I had a rather big crush on you back then.
HER. Crush?
ME. Yes, something like that.
HER. Ha! This is interesting. Can I fish for compliments?
ME. I enjoyed being with you. But not anymore because you had left me behind.
HER. Whatever.
ME. Besides, why are you asking me these questions?
HER. So it was my company more than anything else? Just being curious George...
ME. Not just the company: the you, if you know what I mean. That’s why I enjoyed my twenty-third birthday so much. You means: beautiful, lovely woman (physically). Hazel eyes. Seductively silky voice. Carefree spirit. Genuinely kind heart. Someone who doesn’t care what other people think. Lives her own life, free, but grounded by values of family, and faith in God. (I couldn’t believe in God but I can be attracted to people who do.) And you never looked down on other people. That was something I found so wonderful about you. You were so much less pessimistic than I was.
HER. I think I have a tear in my eye.
ME. I mean every word. Lying would've taken so much longer.
HER. Now, please correct my grammar, okay?
ME. Okay. I can be your editor, if not anything else.
HER. Now that we’re both with someone else, do you somehow feel more connected to me? Closer?
ME. No. Are you disappointed?
HER. No.
ME. Do know that I won’t judge you. I’ll never do that. I love you very much as a friend and I am proud of our connection.
HER. Oh Migs, I am so in love with him.
ME. Please get out of here with that romantic crap!
HER. Piss off! Let me be. I’m shining!
ME. Well, so am I. And don't worry. I’m very much a romantic myself. I just consciously repress it, for it gets in the way of my writing craft. Ha!
HER. Sheesh! Man, that just stinks up your fart. Never repress!
ME. By the way, I really am serious about going to where you are. But I should have somewhere to stay. Your place? I won’t rape anyone, I promise.
HER. You can’t. They’re not as fortunate here, if you know what I mean. Besides, that would be against house rules.
ME. I was kidding, silly.
HER. Oh.
ME. I know where to stay, but I don’t want to spend the night by myself. Maybe you and F can join me for a slumber party, or a threesome, whichever you prefer.
HER. Maybe. And, by all means, rape me; I’m just not sure if you’d be able to handle that.
ME. Rape you? God, never in my lifetime did I ever think I'd hear that from someone I had a crush on.
written by Witness Street @ 1:26 AM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Because a post like this shouldn't go without a comment, here's mine.
But the real comment... what I really want to say in response to this - in your mailbox, dahling.
*grin*
Cute. :))
anong pagkatapos??? my god migs! finish it naman...that's it?? darn! talk about being bitin for the second time! sometimes, i hate you.
Well Miguel, I am really expecting you here. When?
Interesting that conversation, amazed that you kept it for the sake of literature.
You wont still be able to handle me.
*grinning, ducking and guffawing to my hearts content*
Dear Migs,
I would like to apologize for not being able to be in contact with you lately.
I'm guessing that like me you're to busy with work and other endeavors.
These past past 3-4 months had been really busy for me, the playoffs and finals. This past month though tiring was just parades and celebrations after all it's been 22 years since we won the NBA Championship. It was finally sweet and a career defining moment to win Boston's 17th Championship.
Maybe now, you will be able to appreciate my game. I know you must still be mourning the Lakers lost in the finals and your beloved Kobe failed in his quest for his fourth championship in his career and his first without Shaq. Add to that eliminating King James and his Cavs. By the way did you see that game , where I scored 41 pts. to LBJ's 44 but more importantly we came up with the win. Did you see how I came back after injuring my knee in Game 1, only to drain consecutive clutch treys in Kobe's face to win the game and eventually dictate how the series would end.
Kobe Bryant may be the best player in the NBA and perhaps the world, but that doesn't mean I can't outplay and beat him in a 7 game series. I guess that makes his regular season MVP this year a fluke, failing on the biggest stage. I guess he just can't do it without Shaq and he's still probably wondering how Shaq's ass taste.
You do realize that I just beat your 2 favorite basketball players in the planet. Those 2 players whose posters hang on your bedroom and you probably jack off to at times. Those 2 players that so often draw comparison to the greatest, Micheal Jordan. Somewhere in the world, MJ must be rolling over in his grave. Enough of the trash talk though, I know that you are still in disbelief and denial about how the playoffs and finals turned out. I forgive you though for not believing me, know you know better.
Anyway, I hope I can catch you on YM one of these days. I miss talking to you about basketball and the usual topics that we talk about. I wish you all the best in your endeavors and hopefully we can see each other again around December when me, ray, kevin and the rest of the Celtics visit the Philippines to visit our fans.
Till then God Bless and take care
Sincerely yours,
Paul "The Truth" Pierce
2008 World Champions Boston Celtics
2008 NBA Finals MVP
PS. I'll give you an autographed jersey of Eddie House
My dear H: I just got your message; I promise a swift reply! Sorry - been busy lately. But where's the wink?
KJ: Thanks!
Shailoe: Goodness, this is not literature. I promise. This is laziness, and then a very obscene fascination with one's self.
Jei: Ha! I was born to be hated. Sorry if that sort of left you wanting. But that's a positive sign, isn't it, to leave you wanting?
Paul Pierce: You are speaking the truth, but you are very cheeky. E-mail me.
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