The presentation is so simple;
Yet totally mouth watering.
My order was the basic,
Rocks, Salt; no gimmick needed.
A lick of the salt comes first,
Always.
The final preparation before
the delight.
The tang of the Tequila plays with
The Salt on my tongue.
With one sip the day drifts away,
Momentarily peace restored.
Unfortunate the limit be held,
Held firmly at three.
John had been truly upset to the point of almost being frightened when he spoke about the neighbor as he referred to her. Alex had even forgotten to give him the fifth degree about his date. Alex was now determined to meet this evil old lady for herself.
For three days Alex took her absolute sweet time walking down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door in hopes of catching a glimpse. She felt like she was hunting for the elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Everytime a door opened Alex would slow her walk, she was a wild animal hoping to be trapped in the snare.
On the fourth day Alex was granted her wish when a little old lady stopped her in her tracks and introduced herself as Gertrude.
“Are you the young lady living sinfully with that young man I met the other day”?
“Yes I live with him as roommates, his name is John”
“We had a name for women like you in my day” with an extravagent whip of her bath robe Gertrude walked back to her front door, “HARLOT” follwed by the door being slammed with unadulterated conviction.
Alex never did get any details on the mysterious date, at some point during the movie she fell asleep. Not only that but John had the audacity to leave early the next day to do who knows what without giving her the proper details, his first roommate faux pas. Alex was left to wonder, wait, wonder, and most frustrating of all wait.
John came in panting, covered with sweat, it became clear his early morning disappearance was a morning jog. As Alex was going to pounce of him and demand information she was shut down by the expression on his face. Out of breathe John demanded, “Have you met her, I mean please tell me you have met her, did she give you the fifth degree”?
“Who are you talking about, what happened”?
“The old lady, our next door neighbor, she trapped me on my way up the stairs, and then she demanded to know what our intentons were, us, living together in such an inappropiate manner”!
*Madge Sinclair
Alex had to admit John looked really good when he left on his date. Better than he had looked in a while, he had always been a good looking man but he had gone the extra mile.
It was driving her crazy, she barely paid any attention to PS I Love You, her favorite sap fest of all time. Just who was this chick that John had spent so much time prepping to impress? Better yet why had he failed to even mention here prior to tonight? What was John hiding, they told each other everything?
“Oh my god, what if he brings her home tonight”?!
THE HORROR.
I couldn’t help myself, oh Tuesday…..
Ashley had already fallen into a new routine with John as her new roommate, living with a guy wasn’t going to be that big of a deal with the exception of where she could and could not put her shoes. Ashely had known all of John’s quirks from years of being friends, and truly she hadn’t been surprised by any of his actions, that all changed Friday night.
Ashley had planned herself a movie night for Friday, what she had not planned was her roommate having plans, not just any plans but a date. Ashley was not jealous, instead she found herself confused, she had never taken the time to watch John get ready for a date it was turning into quite the experience.
Who knew that a man could take so long and so many steps when getting ready; it wasn’t just shower, brush your teeth, get dressed and fly out the door as she assumed? It took John 25 minutes to pick the right shoes to go with his shirt without being too “matchy, matchy”. Not only that but an additional 10 minutes to select which wash of jeans worked just right with his baby blue button up shirt. Lastly, the shave, he slaved over the mirror to make sure he wasn’t too clean shaven, woman he said, “like the hint of danger that comes with proper stubble”.
Ashley was entranced.
John had known Alex her entire life, he spent a lot of time at her previous places and had gone on several group vacations, but nothing had prepared him. Nothing he could have done, seen, or heard could have possibly prepared him.
The cold, hard reality smacked him across the face like a man challenging another man to a duel with a leather glove. The harsh smack of reality hurt like a boxer’s punch but stung like being whipped by a wet towel. Intense, reverberating; both his mind and body were held in a fog of pain.
Shoes. Everywhere. In every single closet of their new apartment. All of them, all of the closets, how did John learn this lesson? He found multiple pairs of obnoxious, neon heels in his closet, in his bedroom.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
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