Ficlets

This one worked, but it took a while to pan out: “Wanna go somewhere quiet and make out?” I thought the direct approach was the best, and with the outfit I was wearing (a sleek black tux) I had all the confidence of a seasoned entertainment reporter.

Two parties later, we were in a cab back to my place. This New Year’s was shaping up nicely. All I was looking for was some spontaneous fun with as little drama as possible, and this delightful young woman was providing both. Things were almost working too smoothly.

This is the point in the story where she turns out to be a man, or I wake up without a kidney or on a raft in the middle of the lake. Maybe she’s a crackhead who invites all her friends over to party at my place, or some saucy satanist who is into kinky castrations. Or she dies on my couch and I have to hide the body for some slapstick reason.

But no. My real problem is waiting for her to call me. Or should I call her? It’s her move to make. And honestly, am I interested, curious or just lonely?