Seven of Cups [Reversed]

Our Rooming House—MORNING

Back home, Andrea and I snuggle under a blanket whispering and smiling at each other.

“I forgot to mention,” Andrea says, as I get up to take a piss, “I have to go to Paris for a convention.”

“Oh? Am I allowed to go?”

“Oh? You would want to?”

She sounds surprised. But is faking. I need to work it to my advantage. I climb back into bed with her and prepare to go down on her. “Where else is your boy toy supposed to be but at your side.”

The alarm rings, signaling that she and I can only continue our smiling sexy confab for 10 minutes max.

“I’ll be right back,” she says, seemingly relieved, “We can talk a little longer.” She gets up to get dressed.”

“But I don’t want to let you go.” I whine.

“Hold this for me.” She hands me a toothbrush.

“I shall dedicate my life to the task.” I say going to her. “And I will thrush it back into your mouth when you want it again.”

“Oui. Okay.”

“Then to make sure. I will pull it halfway back out and thrust it into your mouth again. Harder this time.”

The talk is growing sexual and I am winning her back over. I kiss her as I describe the wet, phallic brush. We fall back to the bed and roll over, and I wish I was more fit and handsome, but I don’t seem to notice the judgmental nature I used to sense in her.

We nuzzle once more and she heads to the bathroom. I sit up and watch TV, glowing. But after a while I go to see what is taking her so long.

She is in the shower, but has left an open notebook, where I can’t help but read that she is wondering if I really love her or not.

“Of course I do!” I think but then consider her POV. I had been so unhappy with her occasional shallow view of me and lusting for Spike that, right or wrong, I had been the one to leave. Regardless. It was logical for her to doubt my sincerity now. I think I should explain that she seems to have grown out of the childish ways I disliked about her.

No. That’s stupid. Women hate that.

I should tell her that we had both been childish, and that we have both grown.

No. That’s stupid. Women hate that.

I should tell her it was all my fault. I was a child.

No. That’s stupid. Women hate that.