Parker:And…
Omar:More.
There. I said it. Kind of.
Parker:To the body?
Parker:That’s kinda fucked up, man.
Omar:NO!
Omar:What is wrong with you?
Parker:Nothing. Sorry. Continue.
I pause, feeling royally stupid.
Omar:We were actually having a nice moment…
Omar:He introduced me to Beaver Nuggets.
Omar:It was…charming.
Parker:WAIT A DING DANG MINUTE!
Parker:You went to Buc-ee’s and didn’t invite meeeee?
Parker:You better bring me a bag of those nuggets.
Omar:I think we’ve gone off topic somehow.
Parker:Sorry, it’s possible that this isn’t my first bottle of wine.
Parker:You were saying that he was being charming and that’s confusing.
Parker:Continue…
Omar:We seemed to be doing OK and then he went and struck a nerve.
Parker:On brand. What’d he do?
Omar:He’s sniffing around my sexuality, and it brought up a situation in my past that is a bad, bad memory.
Parker:Like a trigger?
Sigh.
Omar:I hate that word.
Parker:I’m sorry.
Omar:It’s just…he gets under my skin. So. Much.
Omar:But then he apologized. And it was…disarming.
Omar:I liked it.
Parker:But he’s apologizing because once again he’s tripped on another landmine.
