She divulged little, lest she be taken apart.
He told her she looked hot, and she answered thanks.
She spent some time lying about the facts, and how she was
actively doing so in case he was interested.
He said, “thanks for telling me that.”
She wore a short skirt and let her legs stay as closed as a
clam, thinking this would make things clear.
He wore a pair of jeans he thought showed off his junk more
thank others, due to their tightness. He wore sneakers.
She ordered a ceasar salad (with chicken, on the side) and a
glass of pinto gris.
He laughed and ordered a steak au poivre and a glass of
Cabernet, with a side ceasar salad.
She said she liked books by Barthes, and that she only reads
at night.
He said he likes watching French films, especially ones by
Godard.
She took a bite of her salad, chipping of a side bit of
chicken as an afterthought.
He took a large chunk of beef and chomped it curiously, even
though he was grinning at the time.
She re-crossed her legs, under the table, and took a sip of
wine. She thought he was handsome but a blowhard and trying to impress her with
obvious examples.
He thought she was an easy lay, and drank another heaping
gulp of wine, smiled, took another gulp and said something about Philip Roth.
She said she didn’t like Philip Roth, and she didn’t.
He laughed, saying he didn’t mind, he only wanted to start a
conversation – all while getting slightly hard – and wanted to know why she
didn’t like him.
She said she thought he was a complete misogynist and
admitted she didn’t really read much of him after forming that attitude, after
a course she took in feminist politics in her college days.
He said she was probably right about that, really, but that
he really liked “Portnoy’s Complaint” when he was in high school.
She asked him what he thought was the most attractive part
of a woman’s body. What he would focus on, if they were ever to get intimate.
He ate another big bite of red meat and drank another gulp
of wine: “I would have to say her ass.
What you’re sitting on right now. How those two knobs of flesh would feel with
my cock in between them. How they would sit on my face. How even if you had
showered an hour beforehand, I would still smell the stink of shit in my nose
and make me harder. How the would jiggle when I slapped them, how they would
tense up and go loose and then fart in my general direction. Ho my dick would
slap them, each, from side to side, until smoothing into the hole and making me
come with each and every grimace of the muscles down there. That’s what I think
is the hottest part of a woman’s body. And that’s what I would do to you, if we
were ever to get intimate.”
She chopped a small portion of side chicken, and swallowed
it without chewing.
