making another big ball of snow. “It just feels weird, like we’re not all on the same page now.”
“Are you still happy with what you and I are doing?” The snow breasts were getting bigger by the second.
I swallowed. “Of course. It’s fun and uncomplicated.” I was such a good liar when I wasn’t lying to Kate. “Without all the bullshit. I mean , they’re different to us, and I don’t want anything more.”
“Uh, okay.” Only one side of his face was illuminated by the streetlamp, and I caught his lips tightening into a straight line. I realised that I'd unintentionally made it sound as though I'd rather eat slugs than be in a relationship with him. I thought I’d better ease up a bit. “Sorry, I’m, um, fucked up about men at the moment anyway, so I’m certainly not wanting anything serious. I mean you are gorgeous...“ I was beginning to ramble. “Could you please just answer the question now, so I can shut up?”
“ Okay.” He gave me an amused grin. “Yeah, the dynamic’s changed a bit, but as long as we’re cool, I don’t think it matters what they do. I think it would be worse if they were fighting.”
“Hmm true. Can I ask you another question?”
“Sure.”
“What happened with Bianca?”
He rounded out the snow-girl’s hips, “She made things really difficult . Hated me spending time with the group, away from her... always askin g about other girls... watching me like a hawk at gigs. She was really clingy and insecure. It was just too much hard work, and it was affecting things with the band.”
“ Gosh, she sounds like a nightmare; no wonder you’re off relationships."
"Tell me about it."
“How did you break it off?”
“ It was after a gig one night, just before we got signed." He starte d to carve features into the snowgirl's face then shook his head, adding more snow to her breasts instead. "I had to make a decision, and I realised the band was making me happier than she was. So I told her she shou ld go back home and find someone who could give her what she wanted.”
“How did that go?”
“Oh, she was upset, but I think she knew I was right.”
“And then you became a manwhore.”
“I thought you said you’d forgotten that conversation.” He picked up a ball of snow and threw it at me.
“I remembered that bit.” I laughed and threw one back. “By the way, your snow girl is going to topple over if you make those things any bigger.” I turn backed to my statue, moulded a second ball and placed it at the base of the cylinder.
“So are you going to tell me about Josh, seeing as we’re discussing fucked up relationships?” He frowned at my slowly emerging work of art. “Is that what I think you’re making?”
I took a deep breath. “It was weird. Things were going along quite well I thought, and then one day he just tells me he’s taking a job in Sydney. I didn’t even know he was looking for work; I thought he was happy where he was. And the thing is, the new job wasn’t even necessarily better.“ My final and most logical conclusion was that he just didn't want to be with me anymore. I kept this bit to myself. It would hurt too much to say it out loud.
“That’s harsh,” he said sincerely then turned to look at my now finished, four-foot snow penis. “That’s not based on mine, is it?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not to scale.”
“No, it looks about right to me."
He brushed some snow off the head of his completed snow girl. “So did you break up straight away?”
I stood up after applying some finishing touches. “Yeah, one day I was happy with my boyfriend; the next day he leaves.”
“Can I just say it sounds like you’re better off without him?”
“Yeah, you’re right, but now you know why I’m still a bit gun shy. It hurt a lot. So I think it’s actually best for me if I change the way I have boyfriends; have a bit more casual sex with guys I would never normally have looked at twice
“Are you still happy with what you and I are doing?” The snow breasts were getting bigger by the second.
I swallowed. “Of course. It’s fun and uncomplicated.” I was such a good liar when I wasn’t lying to Kate. “Without all the bullshit. I mean , they’re different to us, and I don’t want anything more.”
“Uh, okay.” Only one side of his face was illuminated by the streetlamp, and I caught his lips tightening into a straight line. I realised that I'd unintentionally made it sound as though I'd rather eat slugs than be in a relationship with him. I thought I’d better ease up a bit. “Sorry, I’m, um, fucked up about men at the moment anyway, so I’m certainly not wanting anything serious. I mean you are gorgeous...“ I was beginning to ramble. “Could you please just answer the question now, so I can shut up?”
“ Okay.” He gave me an amused grin. “Yeah, the dynamic’s changed a bit, but as long as we’re cool, I don’t think it matters what they do. I think it would be worse if they were fighting.”
“Hmm true. Can I ask you another question?”
“Sure.”
“What happened with Bianca?”
He rounded out the snow-girl’s hips, “She made things really difficult . Hated me spending time with the group, away from her... always askin g about other girls... watching me like a hawk at gigs. She was really clingy and insecure. It was just too much hard work, and it was affecting things with the band.”
“ Gosh, she sounds like a nightmare; no wonder you’re off relationships."
"Tell me about it."
“How did you break it off?”
“ It was after a gig one night, just before we got signed." He starte d to carve features into the snowgirl's face then shook his head, adding more snow to her breasts instead. "I had to make a decision, and I realised the band was making me happier than she was. So I told her she shou ld go back home and find someone who could give her what she wanted.”
“How did that go?”
“Oh, she was upset, but I think she knew I was right.”
“And then you became a manwhore.”
“I thought you said you’d forgotten that conversation.” He picked up a ball of snow and threw it at me.
“I remembered that bit.” I laughed and threw one back. “By the way, your snow girl is going to topple over if you make those things any bigger.” I turn backed to my statue, moulded a second ball and placed it at the base of the cylinder.
“So are you going to tell me about Josh, seeing as we’re discussing fucked up relationships?” He frowned at my slowly emerging work of art. “Is that what I think you’re making?”
I took a deep breath. “It was weird. Things were going along quite well I thought, and then one day he just tells me he’s taking a job in Sydney. I didn’t even know he was looking for work; I thought he was happy where he was. And the thing is, the new job wasn’t even necessarily better.“ My final and most logical conclusion was that he just didn't want to be with me anymore. I kept this bit to myself. It would hurt too much to say it out loud.
“That’s harsh,” he said sincerely then turned to look at my now finished, four-foot snow penis. “That’s not based on mine, is it?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not to scale.”
“No, it looks about right to me."
He brushed some snow off the head of his completed snow girl. “So did you break up straight away?”
I stood up after applying some finishing touches. “Yeah, one day I was happy with my boyfriend; the next day he leaves.”
“Can I just say it sounds like you’re better off without him?”
“Yeah, you’re right, but now you know why I’m still a bit gun shy. It hurt a lot. So I think it’s actually best for me if I change the way I have boyfriends; have a bit more casual sex with guys I would never normally have looked at twice
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