as soon as his overall posture registered to me as contentious. Where the
hell was this coming from and why would Hugh be angry with me for taking a job
offer in New York? His inquiry, which was coming across more like an
interrogation prompted me to go on the defensive. I grew a set of hairy ones so
fast that Barnum and Bailey would have hired me on the spot as the highlight
for their freak show.
“Oh, I don’t know.
Maybe you can say it in a way that explains what exactly you mean?” I grumbled
with a hint of sarcasm simultaneously cutting into my fish aggressively with a
knife. Who cuts Sea Bass with a knife? It’s a flaky fish that falls apart if
you look at it cross-eyed.
Obviously Hugh
thought my question was of a rhetorical nature anyway because he leaned back,
grabbed the napkin from his lap, and took his turn to aggressively dab at the
corners of his mouth. Then he sighed heavily instead of explaining further. So
I determined that it was a good opportunity to throw some more fuel on the
fire. I dropped my utensils with a loud clank and apparently the boxing gloves
I didn’t know I was wearing came flying off as well.
“Anyway, what
would make me think that it would have mattered to you if I’d returned to
Virginia?” I asked way too confrontationally raising my eyebrows to accentuate
my point.
Then I proceeded
to machine gun my supportive evidence.
“You never called
to check on me after the wedding or to ask if I was being ostracized at school or if I was totally humiliated since I essentially bowled my tits down the aisle in the middle of a wedding ceremony!
Look ma! No hands!”
I was yelling
wasn’t I?
My face couldn’t
have flushed faster. I don’t know what the fuck I was doing. I totally
obliterated his wedding and I was
reading him the riot act on how he should have behaved after? Well it seemed
that as fast as I had grown a set of balls my tongue had also grown a mind of
it’s own. I had no control over what was coming out of my mouth, whatsoever.
When I finally looked at Hugh, really looked at him, I saw that he was stunned
speechless. I became even more flustered and it actually started to feel like
my head was a pressure cooker and it could blow at any given moment. Since
shoving my napkin in my own mouth wasn’t an option, I brought it to my lips
hoping it would deter me from blurting out any other latent anger that I wasn’t
aware I was harboring.
Hugh leaned over
his plate and took a bite while he seemingly contemplated an appropriate
response to my tirade. Either that or he was embarrassed by my outburst and
noticed that the people around us were trying to get a better look at my boobs,
which apparently also doubled as bowling equipment. I was just too focused
awaiting Hugh’s response to notice either way.
The longer it took
for him to respond the more I felt the desire to start fanning myself but I
knew that would be a dead give away as to what a pussy I actually was so I
refrained. Then as luck would have it, just when it looked like Hugh was about
to share the response he had formulated so carefully in his mind, one of the
waiters came by to refill our water glasses. I looked up at the poor soul who
was only doing his job and gave him a glare that screamed ‘take a hike.’ Hugh
sat back and waited for him to finish and then gave him a cursory ‘thanks’ as
he turned to go interrupt someone else’s critical conversation.
Hugh cleared his
throat before he began. Honestly, if I were him I wouldn’t have even known
where to start. “Well, I think your
staying in Virginiawould have
mattered a great deal,” he somewhat whispered. “At least it would have mattered
to me.”
I stared into Hugh’s
eyes trying to ascertain if his words and their meaning were the same. Then
when I finally decided what he shared was genuine, I let his answer settle
somewhere deep inside of me. I felt my heart begin to thump an entirely
different way and the color in my cheeks begin to turn
hell was this coming from and why would Hugh be angry with me for taking a job
offer in New York? His inquiry, which was coming across more like an
interrogation prompted me to go on the defensive. I grew a set of hairy ones so
fast that Barnum and Bailey would have hired me on the spot as the highlight
for their freak show.
“Oh, I don’t know.
Maybe you can say it in a way that explains what exactly you mean?” I grumbled
with a hint of sarcasm simultaneously cutting into my fish aggressively with a
knife. Who cuts Sea Bass with a knife? It’s a flaky fish that falls apart if
you look at it cross-eyed.
Obviously Hugh
thought my question was of a rhetorical nature anyway because he leaned back,
grabbed the napkin from his lap, and took his turn to aggressively dab at the
corners of his mouth. Then he sighed heavily instead of explaining further. So
I determined that it was a good opportunity to throw some more fuel on the
fire. I dropped my utensils with a loud clank and apparently the boxing gloves
I didn’t know I was wearing came flying off as well.
“Anyway, what
would make me think that it would have mattered to you if I’d returned to
Virginia?” I asked way too confrontationally raising my eyebrows to accentuate
my point.
Then I proceeded
to machine gun my supportive evidence.
“You never called
to check on me after the wedding or to ask if I was being ostracized at school or if I was totally humiliated since I essentially bowled my tits down the aisle in the middle of a wedding ceremony!
Look ma! No hands!”
I was yelling
wasn’t I?
My face couldn’t
have flushed faster. I don’t know what the fuck I was doing. I totally
obliterated his wedding and I was
reading him the riot act on how he should have behaved after? Well it seemed
that as fast as I had grown a set of balls my tongue had also grown a mind of
it’s own. I had no control over what was coming out of my mouth, whatsoever.
When I finally looked at Hugh, really looked at him, I saw that he was stunned
speechless. I became even more flustered and it actually started to feel like
my head was a pressure cooker and it could blow at any given moment. Since
shoving my napkin in my own mouth wasn’t an option, I brought it to my lips
hoping it would deter me from blurting out any other latent anger that I wasn’t
aware I was harboring.
Hugh leaned over
his plate and took a bite while he seemingly contemplated an appropriate
response to my tirade. Either that or he was embarrassed by my outburst and
noticed that the people around us were trying to get a better look at my boobs,
which apparently also doubled as bowling equipment. I was just too focused
awaiting Hugh’s response to notice either way.
The longer it took
for him to respond the more I felt the desire to start fanning myself but I
knew that would be a dead give away as to what a pussy I actually was so I
refrained. Then as luck would have it, just when it looked like Hugh was about
to share the response he had formulated so carefully in his mind, one of the
waiters came by to refill our water glasses. I looked up at the poor soul who
was only doing his job and gave him a glare that screamed ‘take a hike.’ Hugh
sat back and waited for him to finish and then gave him a cursory ‘thanks’ as
he turned to go interrupt someone else’s critical conversation.
Hugh cleared his
throat before he began. Honestly, if I were him I wouldn’t have even known
where to start. “Well, I think your
staying in Virginiawould have
mattered a great deal,” he somewhat whispered. “At least it would have mattered
to me.”
I stared into Hugh’s
eyes trying to ascertain if his words and their meaning were the same. Then
when I finally decided what he shared was genuine, I let his answer settle
somewhere deep inside of me. I felt my heart begin to thump an entirely
different way and the color in my cheeks begin to turn
Similar Books
