Fiction — Choose
This is a fictional conversation that just popped into my head. It never happened. See the comment below for a more detailed explanation
They were lying in bed, snuggling in the dark. While he stroked her hair he suddenly asked, “If you weren’t with me, who would you be with?” At first she wasn’t sure what she had heard. “What did you say?” He repeated, “If you weren’t with me, who would you be with?”
She smiled and snuggled closer. “Like the Hollywood Five list? I suppose I’d be with, I don’t know, George Clooney. Yes, sure, George.”
He continued stroking and replied, “No, for real. In real life. Who would you be with?”
She was flummoxed. “No one, I’d be with you.”
“But you can’t be with me, that’s the rule of this game. You have to choose someone else.”
“But I don’t want to be with someone else,” she said, beginning to get upset. “I don’t like this game.”
“It’s all right, you don’t have to tell me,” he answered, and letting go of her rolled over to fall asleep.
October 23rd, 2006 at 9:11 am
This was sparked by this weird thing the ex used to say to me all the time. We’d be driving down the street or walking somewhere and he’d point out some awful looking homeless guy and tell me “you coulda married him!”. I never understood what was his deal. I don’t know if I was supposed to reassure him he was great or what. The first few times I said “but I didn’t, I married you” and then after awhile I just ignored him.
October 23rd, 2006 at 9:16 am
You should have replied: “Yeah, and he’d probably smell better.”