My Future Ex-Wife And I Meet In this Bar...

Her dress is thin as a membrane and when she sits down it slides up and up, and she knows exactly where on that sleek, ivory thigh the hem stops.

Right this side of Las Vegas, my brother, and boy, all those muscles, and, man, I don't need this...

So I'm plotting, of course, and she catches me at it, and gives me this twist of a smile, Bacardi straight up, which tells me her bed is to swim in and maybe go down for the third fucking time.

Plus, man, she's blonde, upstairs and downstairs I'd bet you the farm, and I'm an All-American boy, and we all were promised blondes under the tree, and if we don't get one we turn into dopefiends or some goddamn thing, but this blonde, she's crazy and thinks I can take her to heaven, or someplace away from this mess at least...

So, home we go, and I try her on like a gabardine sportcoat and she slips me on like a new pair of drawers, and, man, it is go-o-od for a hot New York minute, and then, bang, it ain't, because what she wants, really, is a body-and-fender garageman, to take out the dents that her daddy left there, and, as it happens, I want the same thing.

Sometimes your twitches will send you out hunting Ferraris in Rag-And-Bone Alley...

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Comment by Joey Delgado on August 17, 2012 at 5:42pm

'...I'm an All-American boy, and we all were promised blondes under the tree..."

I can't stop reading.

Comment by Joey Delgado on August 17, 2012 at 5:41pm

Sweet Jeebus, this is awesome. Late to the party, but I gotta fave.

Comment by Sandra Davies on August 17, 2012 at 1:56am

Having coe back for the fourth (fifth?) time, I've no choice but to fave this too.

Comment by Brad Rose on August 16, 2012 at 8:03pm

Crisman,  if I could write as well as you, I'd think I'd died and gone to heaven.  This is loaded with gems and I hate it that you are so damn good.  (In a friendly non-envious way of course.) Mucho Bravo!

Comment by Dude A Bydes on August 16, 2012 at 3:52pm

Better to just tuck a buck and not press your luck, but I have to be honest, this story sounds so familar and so bad... Nice vignette, Robert. -Dude

 

Comment by Judy Thompson on August 16, 2012 at 3:18pm

this is funny, it's tough, it's way cool. who could not like this, if only for the rhythms (ALL the rhythms) and the way the language just flows into itself, all the way.

Comment by Gita on August 16, 2012 at 2:16pm

"is a body-and-fender garageman, to take out the dents that her daddy left there, and, as it happens, I want the same thing" rang my bell, and ain't that the truth? But there's not enough Bond-o in this hemisphere to complete that job. Loved this one.

Comment by Sandra Davies on August 16, 2012 at 10:16am

Oh. Good. Grief.

All that and then, then the final line.

I need a drink.

Comment by Jadie Jones on August 15, 2012 at 11:10pm

Fan-effing-tastic my friend. This took me to a deep dark place and made me gasp for air once I resurfaced. Loved the ride.

Comment by Teresa on August 15, 2012 at 10:17pm

What Mike said.  And sentence 5 is about ten Psychology Today articles, distilled and compressed into 73 perfectly chosen words.

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