“So where is she?”
I wanted this call to be over. I was finding all kinds of new distractions on my desk. I ended up picking up a pen and doodling. “She’s out doing her thing, I guess.”
I could feel her anger through the phone. Literally. “So are you two seeing each other?”
“Not in the way that you are thinking.”
She chuckled….may have even actually said “hrrumph.” “So she’s a booty call now. You’ve really reached a new low.”
“Whatever you want to believe….” I was drawing Peanuts characters. My Charlie Brown sucked. I tried Snoopy…..
“So what did she do besides fuck you? Can she hold a conversation with your ‘BIG’ brain? Can she identify with all that bullshit art talk? Does she try to 'UNDERSTAND’ you?”
I put the pen down. “No, she doesn’t try to. That’s why we’re together.”
Silence.
“You really should….” she started but I was ahead of her now.
“YOU should go fuck yourself and have a nice day. Alone.” I shut down the connection and stared at the phone, coming down from the anger and hating that it had come to that.
After a few moments I picked up the pen and finished Snoopy.
It sucked too.




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