Part one
*...But they didn't.
"So who is this guy again?" Inquired Amanda from the passenger side of my car.
"Lets see..." I tried my best to condense twelve hours of contact and fifteen hours of daydreams and consideration into four sentences.
"Jessica convinced me to give the cute coffee shop guy my number. We went on a few dates and got along pretty well. We had sex twice- the first time he went out ten pumps in- afterwards apologized and exuded an almost saphic level of clingyness. A week or so after that Law and I started officially dating and I just sort of never called him."
"Until now"
"I was responding to his 'happy st. patrick's day' text."
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We pulled up to the Indian restaurant near my house. The three of us talked lightly. the differences in out rather similar jobs, passover, my abysmal st. patty's day, Amanda's predicament between her family, herself, and her lover, Paige. We finished eating and began to walk to the drugstore for smokes.
His voice seemed to come at once through his nose and chest. If he was out of doors he gave no regard to his volume either. He reminded me of Aunt Judy- Confident, Passionate, always if not smiling with the mouth, giving off a general sense of content. His stride relaxed and balanced. I told him he should grow his hair even longer than it was, so that when he donated it to the cancer charity a long wig could be made from it.
"THATS why I like this girl" He boomed as he threw his arm around my shoulders.
I protested fervently when he offered to replace my pack of Nat Shermans. We walked back to the car, the three of us smiling and I drove him home.
We dropped him off at his place and said our "goodbye"s and "we should hang soon"s. Ten minutes later driving up the 52 I noticed a brand new pack of cancer in my center console.
"Sneaky bastard!" I proclaimed through a wide grin.
Upon further discussion Amanda's official position was this: while charming and oddly handsome, he was just another stoner, in time Thomas' charms, humor, and demeanor would grow to bore me.*
