We’ve had a big crush on Always Aroused Girl since Word One. She’s so sexy, so smart, one great superhero of a mom. And now we learn that she’s a Python fan. All that and she gets the funny stuff.
We’ve gotten into the habit of going to a quirky local restaurant at the mid-point of any weekend meetings. It’s the kind of place where everything tastes better because it was made by an actual person two minutes after you order and where all the employees are members of the same extended family — a family which opens to include anyone who has eaten there more than twice.
We’ve eaten there way more than twice so the owner greets us as if we’ve known each other since birth. He’s also the one to take our money when we leave, a process during which he always has plenty to say. This time he mentioned the gorgeous weather before asking, “What are you up to today?”
This was not an idle question. He was looking me square in the eye while handing back my credit card; my mouth must have been hanging open as I tried hard to put together some kind of polite answer. Unfortunately I could not; between exhaustion, lots of orgasms and a huge brunch I was absolutely unable to come up with any suitable words.
“I wouldn’t have worried,” said my best friend later when I recounted the story to her. “I think he’s a goer.”
“Oh? You think he’s a bit of a goer?”
“I do think he’s a goer, wink wink nudge nudge.”
“Nevertheless, it’s probably for the best that I didn’t tell him what we’d actually been doing.”
“I agree,” she answered. “At least not if you want to be able to go back there in the future.”
“What are you up to today?” he’d asked, and thank goodness my partner was there with a suitably non-committal answer when I could come up with no other answer beside “fucking.”
But from my disheveled hair and the goofy grins on both our faces, he probably guessed anyhow.
“At A Loss for Words” on AAGBLog.
