a weird interlude.

I was at a bar on Friday night, with a friend and some guys that she knows, near the end of a very fun night. One of the guys I know, and it was nice to see him since he had been MIA for a while. He was being nice and generous and funny, and it was great to hang out with him. All of a sudden he asks if I'm still running. I, surprised, reply that I stopped almost completely during the winter, but now that it's warmer, I'll start again. He says it's good that I'm running, that it's healthy. Then he says I look good, and though I am, again, surprised, I thank him for the compliment. Then he says, "Sure, I mean, don't you think we'd have good looking kids?"


Let me add that I don't know this guy well. We're acquaintances, not really friends. And there has never been any hint of romance between us. In fact, before this night, I didn't think he liked me much at all. In any case, I am astonished, to say the least. I reply, "I don't know," with my eyes wide, shoulders lifted and hands spread out in the classic pose of What Are You Talking About And Where In The Hell Did That Come From? He starts rambling:

"No, I mean, I'm just saying that you're running, you're healthy, you look good and we have nice features and our kids would be good looking."

I, still very shocked, nervous, and embarrassed, cough out a laugh and say, "I don't know! Seriously?? I don't even want kids!" At this he says, "Really?" and then starts rambling again. I zone out because it is so weird, and soon he sneaks out without saying goodbye to anybody.



an observation.

Late one night, a number of weeks ago, I was over at an acquaintance's house with our mutual friend, and her boyfriend. It was early in the morning, we were tired and some a bit inebriated, and the day's activities hadn't gone so smoothly. Over a simple question, the couple starts getting into a farce of a fight. I don't mean to belittle the cause of any fight, but the topic of this one was fairly ridiculous. Since the couple had gotten into a fight earlier that day, some of the anger was probably lingering, which I'm sure contributed to the swift battle cry of this one.

The fight of course made the acquaintance and I a bit uncomfortable and we tried to make peace, to no avail. The fight continued. Since it seemed that there was nothing else I could do, I moved to the other side of the room and sat down, half looking out the window at the beautiful, serene night, and half looking across the room at the disruptive, ugly scene.

Then the girl shouts,"I love you _____!" Over his words, she repeats over and over again:
"I love you _____!"
"I love you _____!"
"I love you _____!"
"I love you _____!" Until I can't listen anymore.

And then I think- the lady doth protest too much.