He tallies his beer with a pen on his hand, so he won't spend to much money in his drunken state, and I wonder - is everyone a tightass nowadays?

But I want him anyway.

I want him to introduce me to his parents and get jealous when I talk to other men. But I know the most I could possibly get from him is a drunk fuck... and I'd take it. The "high" would hold me for a few days until I let myself accept the true details of the event...

He left in near panick shortly after our encounter. They all do. Maybe not panick, but embarrassment. Then came his thoughts:

Did my friends see me leave with her? Are all fat girls good in bed? It won't make me a bad person if I don't call her, right? Right?!?

(Because to like "thin" is normal - to like "fat" is a fetish.)

Then I'll see him the next week and he'll flirt with my friend; exchange nothing but a polite hello with the ugly mug he fucked a few days back. And my eyes will tell him that his behavior is acceptable - that I understand.

Then he'll intoduce my friend to his parents, and probably tally her beers, too.

11/17/2003

Author's Note: Thinking of starting an "Everyman" series. I don't hate men, but I find myself writing like this a lot. Hmmm.

Posted on 11/17/2003
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