Friday, September 19, 2014


Z:  (After being silent for an hour while furiously working on a story, he abruptly raised his head, and asked a question as if it had been on his mind forever)  What happened on Father's Day?  You never told me, you never even hinted, you never shared a single thought about the day, or brought me any leftovers from dinner, and that is not like you.  You always share... eventually.  (It was then he took notice of her loose bedazzled sweatshirt)
A:  That was weeks ago.  (She continued to type, only sparing him a quickie glance of acknowledgement)  We got him a box of chocolates.  (One of the oddities of Ang was she often typed standing up and leaning over.  This had to be caused by her being hyperkinetic.  This was distracting since their computers were side by side and Zi sat and rocked with his keyboard on his lap... so different from her style.)
Z:  Ok... chocolates... Forrest Gump?  How did he like them?
A:  And we all ate them.  (All said matter-of-factly, as if this were the tradition set in place eons ago)
Z:  Very considerate. 
A:  (She paused, stopped typing, knowing the man had something on his mind and there would be no working until he spilled the waterfall of his thoughts)  It was.  See, he's on a diet.  You get it, we helped protect him.  That makes us heroes.  (She did the flexed bicep pose)
Z:  Convoluted logic lives and I work with her.  (He pointed two fingers at her, almost the look of someone staring down a gun barrel and lining up)
A:  (Opened up a napkin she had in her pocket revealing three pieces of chocolate.  She held them up and admired them as if they were fine jewels, and she couldn't decided which to wear first.
Z:  (He was torn between admiring her strange behavior and her commitment or perhaps better put her consistently faithful affair with the dark sweet temptation) You took some for later?
A:  (She sighed softly, yes, that sigh a woman might give when about to kiss the man of her ever afters) Chocolate makes everything better.
Z:  So peanut butter brittle, candy canes, cotton candy or caramel does not do it for you?
A:  No.
Z:  What about jujubes, jellybeans, marshmallows, or tutti-fruitti?
A:  No.
Z:  Let me insert a quick change of topic.  Don't think me heathenish but I have to tell you that your Jewels Rules sweatshirt is unbecoming. 
A:  Really?  (She grabs the shirt with thumbs and pointers, pinched the fabric and and looked down at it)
Z:  And I suspect it has affected your writing... seems you have been writing shy-like.
A:  Really?  Then Let's write a piece entitled, Love and Chocolate, both need to be savored.
Z:  Weird. 
A:  Perfect!   I want chocolate with romance. (She perfected a five year old pout at this point) Sarah Addison Allen in The Sugar Queen wrote, "Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.”  I like to be wooed... by words… and chocolate.
Z:  I am more the student of Mel Gibson when he said, "After about 20 years of marriage, I'm finally starting to scratch the surface of that one [what women want]. And I think the answer lies somewhere between conversation and chocolate.”   As for me... I have opted for wit and flowers... or poetry and fine dining... or innuendo and bribes.
A:  So what is this really all about?
Z:  (He snatched up the chocolates out of her hand and stuffed them quickly into his mouth)  Distraction!  I lusted after your chocolate.
A:  And you say I am weird.  Sheesh.


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Big Mike said...

Never got into chocolates, but every woman I know luvs 'em.


Carmen Fox said...

I'm allergic to chocolate. Giving me chocolate means you want me to be in pain... Anyway, thanks for making me smile.