Page 8 of Love Undiscovered
“It’s a quote, man.”
He looks at me blankly.
“FromDeliverance. The movie. Ring a bell?”
Still nothing.
“Fuck, never mind,” I say.
We sit in silence. For some reason I feel the need to cheer the guy up.
“You gotta get back on that fucking horse, brother. No pun intended.”
He smirks.
“Go ask the straw licker for her number,” I say.
“No. No way. I’m out. This morning was like the worst experience, ever.” His face scrunches in a blend of horror and fear. I feel bad for the guy.
“That’s why you’ve got to move on now. Don’t think about it. Just do it.”
“Eh, maybe in a bit,” he says, shrugging his shoulders.
The girls with the straw licker are packing up their things, getting ready to go.
“Do it now,” I tell him. “Before they leave.”
“She’s not that hot,” Alex says.
“It doesn’t matter. This is just to keep you prime. Plus, you’re better looking as a guy than she is as a girl. She’ll be flattered. Believe me. Do it.”
“Fine.”
He heads over to the table with the girls. I look around the bar. It’s not the first time I’ve been here. I like it, there’s a good vibe, the seats are comfortable, and you can always find a game on.
I hear giggling and look back to see him charming the girls at the table. I’m glad to see he’s got his balls back.
Some women are just completely fucked in the head, like the one he was with this morning, obviously. What kind of heartless bitch do you have to be to tap out in the middle and tell him it’s not working for you? I mean, fuck. Give him something to go on. If he needs to change it up, then say something. Take some goddamn responsibility for your own pleasure. It takes two to tango, baby. I mean, I’ll put you on the train to pleasure land, but you gotta walk to the station with me.
Alex comes back to our table, a huge grin on his face.
“Score?” I ask.
“Oh yeah,” he says. “Her friend said to give you this.” He hands me a bar napkin with a phone number and ‘Call me anytime. I’m waiting. And I’m always ready’ written on the back of it.
I wad it up and toss it in the middle of the table. It lands in the condiment basket between the ketchup and the hot sauce. Not to sound ungrateful for the attention, but I’m over the easiness of getting laid.
“Dude, you’re not even going to call her?”
“Nope.”
“You kidding? That’s a sure fucking easy lay right there, man.”
“It’s too easy, brother. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want something that’s so easy, it could’ve been anyone. I wanna know it’s about me.”
“I wouldn’t kick her out of bed.”
“Yeah, ‘cause she would have kicked you out first.”
