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 ass to, You're the First, the Last, My Everything (Barry Whites' Greatest Hits).   "I've missed you," I say then wanting to put my lips onto hers and when I'm only an inch (25 millimeters) away she raises her glass and says: "Stop, Sug." (Short for sugar. She's from Louisiana). Usually she doesn't say "stop sug" and the "sug" 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 interview." "My interview?" I say.  "That Madge mess." She's talking about Madge Weinstein, the middle aged charismatic and intellectual Chicago based lesbian.  Ms. Weinstein has a popular show and she's known throughout the world for her honesty and her openness and her fat and her inviting smile. "She's something isn't she?" I say then going for her lips again. 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. "Huh?" I say. "Are you happy Norman?" I say huh again: "Huh?" "Everybody on my floor has been looking at me like I lost my family in a f-ckin' house fire or something." "This isn't even worth talking about," I say.  "It's silly even."  "I listened to the show three times Norm." "It's just Madge trying to entertain her listeners," I say.  "I tried to keep up with her and I just went along with whatever direction she steered the conversation.  Believe me, it wasn't easy."  She is pouring more wine into her glass and when it reaches the right level she puts the bottle down and says: "Madge's interview explains a lot of things." "What things?" I say. "Things," she says. "What things?" I say. She says: "Things." "C'mon," I say. "Well for starters, your thing about my butt, Norman." I say: "Come on." "Maybe Madge is onto something," she says. I say: "Huh?" She says: "I've had a lot of guy friends and, sure, they're into butts but your interest in mine seems just a bit much." "I like your butt," I say.  "It's soft and curvy and beautiful and when I'm with you I feel like it's all mine." 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: "Madge knows.  She's a smart lesbian and she's Jewish. She's a triple threat.  You went one on one with a triple threat from Chicago.  Maybe you can go back in time and take on Al Capone.  He's from Chicago, too." "It wasn't meant to be taken serious," I say.  "It's an entertainment show.  Her listeners expect to be entertained." "Is that so?" she says. I say: "She was very nice." "Have you listened to it?" she says. "I lived it," I say. "What about your interest in short hair," 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." "Tell that to Madge," 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 if we ever make love again." "C'mon Nicole.  I enjoy calling you Nick.  You know that.  My little Nick with the short haircut and the good to look at butt." 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 bitch." 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: "I'm sorry Norm." I say: "Let's get something to eat." PREVIOUS   HOME   NEXT