“Ask Geoff,” I say. “He’s the picky one.”
Our friend Geoff, the urologist, is a very meat-and-potatoes sort of person, but we tolerate him anyway. Sometimes we indulge his ridiculousness. Other times, we make him eat shawarma.
Asher sighs. “Fine. But when we wind up at barbecue again, don’t blame me.”
“I’ll eat my sausage without complaint,” I say.
He pauses his operating to shoot a sarcastic eye roll at me. “Really?”
I give him a mock-serious stare. “Yes, Doctor Foley. I take sausage very seriously.”
“That’s what she said,” Asher quips, and the scrub tech chuckles.
I return to my phone.
Yeah. It’ll be late though.
I’m down
EverX is the best boyfriend. Sexual satisfaction—usually—with no obligation for more.Moreis off the table. It’s not worth the risk. A lesson I’ve learned over my thirty-four years: loving people is dangerous. It hurts like hell when they die. Sounds morbid, but it’s true.
Age fifteen. Parents drown in the floods from Katrina.
Age seventeen. First love crashes his car into a dump truck.
Age eighteen. Brother overdoses on Oxy.
I could go on, but the deaths lose meaning after a while.My sister is the sole survivor, and only she understands the pathological way in which I interact with the world.
Yes, it’s wildly unhealthy. Yes, I’ll die alone if I keep on this way.
But we’re all alone. Most of us just don’t realize it. The deaths closed me off. Locked me in a cold glass room.Protectedme. Safe in my bubble, I may be alone, but I can’t get hurt.
I don’t care if I’m cold and broken so long as I’m not hurting. Besides, Asher is nothing if not warm, and spending my free time with him keeps me human. It’s the perfect setup.
“Let’s make him do hibachi,” Asher says as he operates. “He won’t complain too much.”
“Perfect. We may even convince Yayoi to come for hibachi.”
Geoff’s wife is a homebody, but I can sometimes get her out for good food. I whip out my phone again.
hibachi? please say yes or I’ll kill your husband
wow. resorting straight to homicide.
can’t say I’m surprised.
pleeeeeeeeeeez
I have a bottle of pinot I was planning to share with myself
Yayoi
Joss
Magic Mike. Channing gonna screw me in my dreams tonight
Remember last weekend? Drunk Geoff wants a baby. I’ll buy him all the drinks if you come.
