“He chose her,” she said for the fortieth time, sulking in her club soda.
I slid a glass of whiskey over to her, but she just pushed it away.
“Why?” she snapped, glaring up at me. “Why would he choose her?”
She didn’t get it, and it was becoming increasingly clear by the minute that I was going to have to be the one to explain things to her.
“Because she has a vagina he can stick his dick in.”
Grimacing, she downed her club soda like it was liquor, then sent it sliding across the bar for a refill.
“That’s disgusting.”
“It’s the truth. She gives him something you can’t. And frankly, the two of you living together…there’s bound to be some friction.”
“But we’ve always gotten along so well,” she whined.
I refilled her glass and slid it back over. “He’s in love. Well, he wants to think he’s in love. It’s not real. It never is.”
“It can be,” she said indignantly. “Just not with her.”
“Yeah?” I asked, leaning heavily on the bar top. “Give me one example where it’s real.”
“My grandparents.”
“Different generation.”
“My parents. Well, until she died,” she muttered, swallowing her club soda in one large gulp. “Now he travels the world like a nomad. He loved her so much, and then she went and died on him.”
“Suicide?” I asked, wondering why else she would blame her mother.
“Nope. Cancer.”
I raised an eyebrow at her defiant look. “That’s not exactly her fault.”
“No, but she still died on him.”
“Okay, but again, that’s a different generation. People fell in love all the time during those days. Now…”
“Now what?”
“Everyone wants to be in love, but they don’t know a damn thing about it.”
She plopped her chin in her hand, staring up at me expectantly. “Have you ever been in love?”
I snorted at the question. “Never tried. Never cared to even think about it.”
“So, you’ve never dated anyone?”
I shrugged, taking the rag off my shoulder to wipe down the counter, though I had already done it a hundred times. “Date? Sure.”
“How long?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me.
“One date.”
“Jefferson Rodriguez, that is not dating. That’s taking a girl out so you can have sex!”
“Who said anything about sex?”
