We’ve gotten into the habit of going to a quirky local restaurant at the mid-point of any weekend meetings. It’s the kind of place where everything tastes better because it was made by an actual person two minutes after you order and where all the employees are members of the same extended family — a family which opens to include anyone who has eaten there more than twice.
We’ve eaten there way more than twice so the owner greets us as if we’ve known each other since birth. He’s also the one to take our money when we leave, a process during which he always has plenty to say. This time he mentioned the gorgeous weather before asking, “What are you up to today?”
This was not an idle question. He was looking me square in the eye while handing back my credit card; my mouth must have been hanging open as I tried hard to put together some kind of polite answer. Unfortunately I could not; between exhaustion, lots of orgasms and a huge brunch I was absolutely unable to come up with any suitable words.
“I wouldn’t have worried,” said my best friend later when I recounted the story to her. “I think he’s a goer.”
“Oh? You think he’s a bit of a goer?”
“I do think he’s a goer, wink wink nudge nudge.”
“Nevertheless, it’s probably for the best that I didn’t tell him what we’d actually been doing.”
“I agree,” she answered. “At least not if you want to be able to go back there in the future.”
“What are you up to today?” he’d asked, and thank goodness my partner was there with a suitably non-committal answer when I could come up with no other answer beside “fucking.”
But from my disheveled hair and the goofy grins on both our faces, he probably guessed anyhow.
A nod’s *also* as good as a goofy grin to a blind bat. :)
Yes, “Freshly Fucked” comes to mind.
Cant forget seeing a mum come to pick up her daughter from a birthday party.
Badly messed up hair, baggy shirt and jeans, if it wasn’t for the burgundy coloured suspenders that showed when she picked up her bundle of joy, we may have missed “Mrs Freshly Fucked”
Boy were we jealous :)
Your lack of words probably spoke volumes. ;)
In a situation like that either too much or too little is the way to go. You could have easily answered the question truthfully by responding “Just enjoying this beautiful day.” That way no matter whether you spent the day fucking or browsing garage sales you would have been truthful.
Although you could just tell him “Oh you know, the usual.” And winked. ;)
Testing comments. :)
Do we have nested comments?
Why yes, yes we do have nested comments!
AAG, I have to say, I don’t really like the color scheme. Too blah and grey. And the layout is harder to read, less intimate and more like a newspaper.
I miss the old version already.
But I still enjoy the content.
Thank you hunney bunney! I will bear that in mind! :)
It’s ok, not as colorful as the other view but to me just as easy to read.
It seems to load much more s-l-o-w-l-y over here. Like about 1/3rd as fast.
But I know ~nothing~ about page design.
-me.-
Yes, I’m getting some slow load times this afternoon too. Probably nothing more than a glitch but I’ll check it out if things continue. Thank you Mark.
I think fucking is probably the perfect answer to let him know what you had been getting up too….