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His eyes get big. "Oh, well I'm sorry! I didn't know I was dating my mother!"
You sit down with an annoyed look on your face. "I am not sorry I am a lady and you need to respect me." You are trying not to yell, you don't want to draw a seen.
"I was texting my boss about the up coming production!" he starts to look serious.
You believe him and decide to ask the big question on your mind. "Why have you been ditching me so much?"
He sits up in his chair and looks at you. "Work" he responds.
You are not satisfied "Work? Such a wide topic."
He narrows his eyes and takes his napkin off his lap. "Are you accusing me of cheating on you?!"
You look down at your plate. "I wouldn't say that." Your voice is very quiet right now. Looking back you wish you were a little hot headed.
He gets up and leaves, but all you see is his feet pass by you. You look up and realize your bowl has a small soup of tears in it. Mixed with a big black swirl. You are an emotional wreak right now. You run out of the restaurant and find the nearest bar. You get totally drunk and you feel lower that dirt.
A short woman walks up to you. "Do you think that man over that with the beer is hot?" She has a horse voice, like she's been smoking for 30 and has just stopped to ask you this question.
"Yeah, he'sreally . . . yeah. . . that." You were so drunk you couldn't even speak right.
"Well it will cost you" she says.
That is all you remember, all you know is that you hired a prostitute and now you are in your bed. You roll over and see that the man is still there. How long did you pay him for you think? He is wide a wake, quite beautiful in fact. So handsome with the curtains blowing in the wind behind him.
You still remember the break up like it was yesterday. But know it has been weeks and your life is back to normal. Except you are single and not ready to mingle. At least not since that night. You are utterly heart broken.
And worst of all you have a notice for your water company saying it's time to pay the bill. But you know it can't be the water payment lines up perfectly with your period. You have never been late before. You cheeked the name on the envelop just to make sure. Sure enough in bold print is your name.
After a few minutes catching up on the fact that your are in fact late you grab your coat and head out the door. You are down at the drug store in a situation you never expected, now passing the tampon and pads aisle. You think about picking some up, but there is a chance you won't need them. Here you are, the aisle over. The words pregnancy test are winding around your mind. When you pick one up you don't even console the price you just kind of hand the lady a five dollar bill.
You find yourself in the back bathroom. You are pretty sure it said employees only. But you rip open the box instead of caring.
Now you are sitting on the toilet seat staring at the small stick trying to work up a pee. Finally, you need to pee.
After about exactly five minutes you see two blue lines. Not even a slightly faint line. There are two sold blue lines. You are having the baby of a male prostitute, who you don't even remember meeting.
You sit down with an annoyed look on your face. "I am not sorry I am a lady and you need to respect me." You are trying not to yell, you don't want to draw a seen.
"I was texting my boss about the up coming production!" he starts to look serious.
You believe him and decide to ask the big question on your mind. "Why have you been ditching me so much?"
He sits up in his chair and looks at you. "Work" he responds.
You are not satisfied "Work? Such a wide topic."
He narrows his eyes and takes his napkin off his lap. "Are you accusing me of cheating on you?!"
You look down at your plate. "I wouldn't say that." Your voice is very quiet right now. Looking back you wish you were a little hot headed.
He gets up and leaves, but all you see is his feet pass by you. You look up and realize your bowl has a small soup of tears in it. Mixed with a big black swirl. You are an emotional wreak right now. You run out of the restaurant and find the nearest bar. You get totally drunk and you feel lower that dirt.
A short woman walks up to you. "Do you think that man over that with the beer is hot?" She has a horse voice, like she's been smoking for 30 and has just stopped to ask you this question.
"Yeah, he'sreally . . . yeah. . . that." You were so drunk you couldn't even speak right.
"Well it will cost you" she says.
That is all you remember, all you know is that you hired a prostitute and now you are in your bed. You roll over and see that the man is still there. How long did you pay him for you think? He is wide a wake, quite beautiful in fact. So handsome with the curtains blowing in the wind behind him.
You still remember the break up like it was yesterday. But know it has been weeks and your life is back to normal. Except you are single and not ready to mingle. At least not since that night. You are utterly heart broken.
And worst of all you have a notice for your water company saying it's time to pay the bill. But you know it can't be the water payment lines up perfectly with your period. You have never been late before. You cheeked the name on the envelop just to make sure. Sure enough in bold print is your name.
After a few minutes catching up on the fact that your are in fact late you grab your coat and head out the door. You are down at the drug store in a situation you never expected, now passing the tampon and pads aisle. You think about picking some up, but there is a chance you won't need them. Here you are, the aisle over. The words pregnancy test are winding around your mind. When you pick one up you don't even console the price you just kind of hand the lady a five dollar bill.
You find yourself in the back bathroom. You are pretty sure it said employees only. But you rip open the box instead of caring.
Now you are sitting on the toilet seat staring at the small stick trying to work up a pee. Finally, you need to pee.
After about exactly five minutes you see two blue lines. Not even a slightly faint line. There are two sold blue lines. You are having the baby of a male prostitute, who you don't even remember meeting.