Page 5 of The Genius
“Gennie called today,” he said.
“And?”
“And she wants me to sign the papers so she can remarry.”
“Wow. Is she seeing someone?”
Storm brushed the crumbs from the table down onto the floor and let my old vacuum cleaner take care of it, while he moved over to do the dishes. “From what I hear, she’s been seeing more than one.” His voice was low.
“What are you going to do about it?”
He turned to look at me. “My gut tells me to fight for the marriage, but I think that ship has sailed. To be honest, I kinda wanna sign the papers and move on with my life. You know, let her be someone else’s problem.”
“And your pride?”
“I’m not the first Nman to regret marrying a Motlander. Those women are lunatics. Did I tell you Gennie wouldn’t allow me to burp or fart in my own house?”
“Yes, you told me.”
“And did I tell you she wanted me to call her every day while I was at work, and give up meat, beer, and swearing?” Storm shook his head. “I’m not saying all Motlanders are crazy because I’ve met some great ones at the school. But Gennie was an uncompromising and mean bitch.”
“If it makes you feel better, those issues are normal among the mixed couples,” I pointed out. “I’ve heard some of the same complaints from my friends.”
“Doesn’t it make you wonder why women like Gennie come here in the first place? For ten years couples have been clashing over issues like these, and by now Motlanders who sign up for the Couples Matching Program should know what to expect from us Nmen.
“And vice versa,” I said and protested when he put a crystal glass with the other glasses. “That thing is antique. It was a present from Boulder and Christina.”
“You want to wash it yourself?” Storm asked.
“No, I want you to stop using it and I want you to wash it in your hands, carefully.”
Closing the dishwasher, Storm started it and turned to me. “You’re smart not to take part in the Matching Program. For every amazing woman, there’s five crazy ones, if you ask me.
“At least Gennie and I had good sex while it lasted. My friend Henrik’s wife won’t touch his cock. She says it’s ugly.”
I laughed. “Maybe it is. Did you see it?”
“No.”
Sipping my hot coffee, I joked. “I bet it’s crooked as hell.”
“Maybe, but she won’t suck him or let him have anal sex with her either. I’m telling you, many of the Motlander wives are prudes.”
I shrugged. “Sex is new to them. Maybe it’s a matter of building trust.”
“What are you now, a fucking sex therapist?”
“I wish. With all the problems mixed couples are having, I’ll bet I could make a lot more money being a sex therapist than a mentor.” I returned to drinking my coffee and after a few minutes of silence, I spoke again. “To be honest, all your pain does make me happy with my decision that I’ll marry a Northlander.”
Storm rolled his eyes. “Yeah, because that’s working out great for you, right?”
He was referring to the fact that I’d already been in three tournaments and made it as one of five champions twice. Both times, the brides had chosen someone else, which I blamed on the fact that the men chosen had both been wealthy.
“I have a good shot in the next tournament. I’ve been training hard.”
Storm was kicking at a pair of shoes, moving them to the hallway. “Too bad the bride is ugly.”
“Louisa isn’t ugly.”
