Un-Requited Love! (Abusive, Callous Muse)

Credit: The School of Life The School of Life

When last we left our hero…

“I cleared my throat, mustered all the courage and moxie I had remaining, and said,

“Will You Marry Me?”

No respond; Just a blank stare.

She retired over to the Nasty Couch, but not before gathering all her props:

  • Glass of Pinot.
  • Virginia Slim
  • Cell Phone
  • IPad
  • NY Times, Washington Post, And Waco Weekly Wipe
  • Attitude
  • Yeah. There’s that.
  • Always that.
  • Always That Attitude: Nuclear Option

*****

She sat down.

I tried to ignore her.

Failed.

Seated at my comp, pretending to write, I kept looking over my shoulder at her.

I stood up, walked over to her,

“Are you gonna answer my proposition?”

She looked up and pierced me with those piercing eyes.

“What proposition would that be?”

“The one whereby I begged your hand in marriage.”

“Oh, that. You were serious?”

Taken somewhat aback, I said, “Fucking yeah! I was serious.”

“Oh.” was all she said.

Then she said, “Let me ponder that for some moments. You do realize, I have other clients, and I am far removed from stupid.”

She continued: “Lance, you are charming, upon rare occasions, but… I am immune… to your charms. Ponder that.”

Then she snapped the NY Times back in my face and buried her head in the crossword puzzle.

I slinked back to my computer chair and immersed myself in self-pity.

Un-Requited Love!

Shit!

To Be Continued…

Bonus Track:

Sade!

Pronounced

“Shar-Day”

(You’re Welcome)

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