Wednesday July 13, 2005
	The Interview.
	She's a huge Barry White fan and when I walk into her house in Tampa she is holding a glass of wine and she is wearing only panties (and red Converse All-Star sneakers) and she is moving her good to look at butt to: You're the First, the Last, My Everything (Barry Whites' Greatest Hits).   "Hi," I say then wanting to put my lips onto hers and when I'm only an inch away she raises her glass and says: "Stop." Usually she doesn't say stop and the stop sounded different so I say: "Stop?" After a pause she puts the wine glass to her full pink lips and when she's done drinking she restarts the CD to the same song that was playing when I first arrived and when it starts she says:  "Everybody at work is talking about your radio interview." "My interview?" I say.  "That internet mess." She's talking about an online interview.   "Never again," I say. She blocks my second attempt at kissing her by putting the wine glass between her lips and mine and when I pull back she says: "Everybody at Geico is now super interested in my boyfriends sexuality." She works at the Geico Insurance Company in Lakeland, Florida. "What are you talking about?" I say. "Are you happy Norman?" I say: "What?" "Everybody on my floor has been looking at me like I lost my family in a fuckin' house fire or something." "This isn't even worth talking about," I say.   "I listened to it three times Norm." "Waste of time," I say.  She is pouring more wine into her glass and when it reaches the right level she puts the bottle down and says: "That interview explains a lot of things." "What things?" I say. "Things," she says. "Things?" I say. She says: "Your thing about my rear, Norman." I say: "Come on." "Maybe they're onto something," she says. I say: "What?" She says: "I've had a lot of guy friends and, sure, they're into butts but your interest in mine seems a bit much." "Ridiculous," I say. She pauses and she is looking down at her good female hand and at the ring I gave her and when she is done pausing and done looking at the ring she says: "Whatever." "It's an entertainment show." "Is that so?" she says.  "At whose expense?" I say: "C'mon." "Have you listened to it?" she says. "I lived it," I say. She says: "Remember that time we were making love and how you said that in the dark it was interesting (with the female having a short haircut) 'cause it was tougher to tell who was the man and who was the woman and whom was leading who?" I say: "I was just having fun with you." "Uh huh," she says. She finishes off the wine and after a long look she says: "I don't want you to call me Nick anymore when we're making love." I say: "My little Nick with the short haircut and the good to look at ass." More than anything she wants to smile and she is working hard to keep from smiling and when she finally does smile it's good and real and familiar and it feels like I'm home again and then when the smile goes away she says:   "That asshole." We're looking at each other and now we're both smiling and while we're smiling I'm enjoying the tiny (black colored) skulls that have been silk screened onto her panties and when she's looked long enough her mouth opens again and she moves forward then putting her arms around me and she says: "Okay." I say: "Let's get something to eat." PREVIOUS   HOME   NEXT