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Finally, after what seemed like hours, she closed her eyes and dropped her head. There was a long exhale as she placed her head on my chest and an arm across my stomach. “Wow! Is this what the rabbit is really hoping for when it stops running?” I thought.
Raising a hand and stroking her hair was a reflex. It happened when I started to feel my chest getting quite wet from her tears. All chances of a nice clean, got thrown out of the house exit were now gone. It was now obvious “paying my rent” didn’t just include the services already rendered. She was going to keep me trapped here until she talked just as much as she felt like talking. Even if I tried poking the bear one more time, bringing up little snot-nosed George, I wasn’t getting thrown out. How come I never get picked up by women that just want to roll over and go to sleep afterwards?
About the time I started losing feeling in my shoulder she suddenly sat up and grabbed tissues from the night stand. Melony spent a few minutes sorting herself out, dabbing her eyes, blowing her nose, all while facing away from me. Yes, I could have bolted, but I really wanted to ask for some tissues to wipe up the tears and mascara. From what I could see it made one of my nipples look like it had some kind of tumor oozing black goo.
When she turned to face me she had grabbed a handful of fresh tissues and began mechanically wiping up the mess she had made. Like all guys, there are times I should keep my mouth shut but simply can’t. “I hear they make waterproof mascara that even stays on in a swimming pool.”
A small smile appeared with her chuckle as she responded “Getting that stuff off is like trying to peel the ceramic coating off really good cookware. I’ve tried it before. The simplest solutions are to not wear mascara to the pool and to avoid crying.”
Tossing the tissue to the floor she resumed her previous position and used her feet to pull some blankets over us. I noticed the sun was coming up around the edges of the blinds. I also noticed her bedroom windows had both curtains and blinds. Once I thought about where she worked it made sense. Probably had to pull some night shifts at the nursing home which meant sleeping during the day.
Out of the blue she softly asked “so, how does a girl get a guy like you?”
“Melony!” I exclaimed. “I told you I’m just passing through. Besides that, you’re half my age. Don’t go thinking about setting up house together because it cannot happen. I should have left already.”
“Your phone hasn’t gone off, I would have heard it” she said looking up at me. “Yes, I can hear a phone even during sex. It’s an ability you develop as a parent, or at least I developed it then. Don’t go judging me, I’m just trying to gather information.”
“I’m not judging you.”
“Yes you are! You’ve been judging me since you first saw me in the bar. I bet when you saw me the first thought you had was that I was wearing my finest trailer park attire, wasn’t it?”
Damn. No safe answer there.
“Wasn’t it?” she asked again.
“True” I finally responded, feeling much like the rabbit again.
“It’s not your fault, or at least not completely” she sighed as she put her head back down on my chest. “I did dress like that when I headed out. It is more of a defense mechanism than anything else. Most people who go to that bar know me and know I’m not interested in someone who lives around here so they don’t hit on me. Well, everyone except Billy. I swear that man hits on everything with a pulse and he always strikes out. Some days I think even a hooker would turn him down if he was holding twice her fee in his hand.”
I had to chuckle at that. The only way Billy was going to get lucky was if a woman was well and truly desperate. He probably wasn’t a bad guy, just had negative game. He was way past having no game. He was one of those rare guys who could turn women off even if they could neither see nor hear him.
“You could always offer to teach him some skills.” Yeah, that just slipped out. Thankfully she laughed.
“Teach Billy enough skills to actually have a conversation with a woman? Shit, he’ll marry the first one who spends more than fifteen minutes talking to him. I couldn’t do that to another female and it would take waaay more than a fifteen minute conversation. That would be a project requiring years. His sister is actually nice though. He should have talked to her growing up.”
Melony paused for a bit then continued “what I meant buy ‘a guy like you’ is someone who is intelligent, not bad looking, obviously not living under a mountain of debt and none to shabby in bed.” After that she raised up to kiss me quickly. “You guys always throw your defense grids up when a woman says something like that. Not one of you ever stops to think ‘a guy like you’ just might not be you.”
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