“Check this out - we’re at dinner.”
“Where?” Rose asked dutifully.
“Tangerine. Very nice. And we’re sitting there, and the lights are low, and the candles are flickering, and I haven’t spilled any couscous on myself, and he tells me why he broke up with his last girlfriend. Evidently he’d developed certain interests.”
“What interests?”
“Shit,” said Amy, with an absolutely straight face.
“What?”
“You heard me. Consenting acts of defecation.”
“You’re kidding,” Rose gasped.
“I shit you not,” Amy deadpanned. “And so I’m sitting there, absolutely horrified. Needless to say, I couldn’t eat another bite, plus I had to spend the rest of the meal making sure I didn’t fart, because he’d think I was flirting…
Rose started laughing.
“Come along,” said Amy, pocketing the napkin and thrusting a beer into Rose’s hand.
From In Her Shoes
Posted on October 16th, 2007 by The Prince
Filed under: Weiner, Jennifer
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