Friday, September 4, 2009
You had me at Hell No
“What are you doing here? Didn’t I break up with you”? I said.
“You must have had a dream.” The King replied.
We headed out of the harbor. I clung to him as we drove to the Jetty. When we reached the open sea The King released the throttle. I shrieked.
Later The King said, "You know Charmaine, you’re so much softer these days".
“I am NOT one of your sons! You've been trying to kill me since we met. If you traumatize me I will never ride again and quite possibly, require therapy. Are you prepared to pay for that?"
We talked about the "horny" remark. He said he was offended by my outrage over what was clearly a joke. He said, I've told you that I love you and you never respond. I've arranged to have you meet my kids and my friends -you always back out. I waited over 6 months to, um, er...because that was not what I was looking for.
Further, I did NOT leave you in Long Beach. You had my car keys in your hand. You refused to get in the car and insisted on getting a cab. I tried to give you the money but you would not accept it.
When we awoke he gathered up my dirty laundry to bring to his house to wash. He looked at me from the doorway, laundry basket in hand, and said, "Do you see anything wrong with this picture?"
"Nope, not a thing," I said.