Why Romance: The Reason in Dialogue II
Because in response to this overheard real life conversation:
Dude 1: That was a short workout.
Dude 2: Short and sweet, like my love life.
Dude 1: At least you have one. Since the wife left, a chick has clamped onto my dick so hard, she’s got total control. It’s too much work, can’t be arsed.
Dude 2: Got a girl, actually. Been seeing her three months.
Dude 1: Three months—first I heard of it.
Dude 2 To be honest, mate, she’s an absolute fucking no one. Gorgeous, hot as shit, arse like you wouldn’t believe, fucks like an angel. She manages a well-known night spot. Perfect girl. Texts me maybe once a week and says, I’ve got a night off, you up for anything? And if I say no, she’s cool as. But she’s a fucking no one.
Dude 1: Oh man, that’s what I want. She got a sister?
Dude 2: Yeah, but she’s just a waitress.
Dude 1: Oh, forget about it. Bound to need cash and cling
I wrote this fictional one: Revenge on paper is fun.
Girl 1: Long day?
Girl 2: Long and hard like I love my men.
Girl 1: Good for you. Since I threw the cheating heart of a husband out, I’ve had this other guy wants to live inside me. Thinks we’re made for each other. But he’s too needy, it’s too much work and I can’t be bothered with it. You still seeing that guy?
Girl 2: Which one?
Girl 1: The pretty one.
Girl 2: Oh, him. Yeah, he is pretty, gorgeous really, great arse, love the muscles. Fucks like a demon. He’s not that bright though. Has this dead end job and thinks it’s everything. I just keep him on a string for when nothing else is going on. He’s cool, but he’ll be doing all the same things in five years time when I’ve moved on.
Girl 1: Oh girl, that’s what I need, easy filler. He got a brother?
Girl 2: Yeah, but he’s a bodybuilder.
Girl 1: Oh, forget about it. Bound to think he’s God’s gift and he owns you.