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Nikki fashion, she’s in denial of everything going on and all we are doing is fighting. Not even hot fighting followed with dirty sex,” he sulks.
    “I’m sure it will work out. You’ve been married for a while. There’s always going to be bumps in the road.” There, simple and no more inviting questions.
    Coconut man, where art thou!
    “Bumps? HA! More like mountains with a big pile of shit on top. It’s not like it’s all my fault, you know. It’s the both of us. Instead of doing something about it she’s decided to bury her head in the sand.”
    “Okay, you’re kinda losing me here.” Seriously? I needed drinks ASAP and the damn bartender was trying to pick up some cougar flashing her fake tits. I bang my fist on the bar, he turns around, and I believe I have caught his attention, until he sways back around to talk to Mrs. Fake.
    Rocky is still rambling on, unaware of my little outburst. “We’ve been trying to have a baby for a while now. It’s not happening. I want to see someone about it. Nikki thinks we don’t need to. We already have a son so we know it will happen. That was like eight years ago. Things change, bodies change. I joined this ‘trying for a baby’ group online and I tell you, so many couples suffer from secondary infertility. It’s more common than you think.”
    “I read an article about it once. It affects like 1 in 5 American couples,” I inform him.
    “YES! So you know, right?”
    Friday night at a beach party with sexy ladies in bikinis all around me and I’m talking to a guy about secondary infertility. Life fucking blows right now. Why hasn’t that conga line come to save me yet?
    I strain my eyes, trying to focus. “Just give her time to come around to the idea that maybe you do need medical intervention.”
    He chuckles loudly. “Have you met my wife? She is as stubborn as two mules. Look, I’ll be honest with you, dude. It’s gotten to the point that she wants to fuck all the time, and for the first time in my life, it’s not fun. I know she wants to do it just to have a baby, but I never thought I would say this to anyone… I feel used. Like she only wants me for my body.”
    Okay, so I want to spit out my drink and burst out laughing. This was Rocky, after all. However, his crestfallen look tells me it’s far more serious and no joking matter.
    “Rocky. You’ll get through this. You need to communicate with each other. The families that were interviewed in that article said it was tearing their marriages apart. I can only imagine the stress it can add when, in theory, trying for a baby is supposed to be your happiest time. You’re both very young, and I’m sure if you take a breather from it, it’ll work out.”
    Who the fuck was I right now? From stalker to counsellor?
    Where are my drinks?!
    Rocky lets out a huge belch and some ladies near us yell, “Gross” and walk away. God, this was not helping me score at all. I was going home alone. Alone and drunk as a skunk.
    “See how pathetic I am? I’m here on a Friday night. The chick with the huge rack bounced her coconuts past me and did I even salute her Rocky style?” He shakes his head, disappointed in himself.
    “Maybe you should head home, you know, be with your wife.”
    How much I envied what he had.
    “I would, but she and Charlie went out somewhere to watch a show or something.”
    And there is that name again…
    Rocky must have noticed my body language. “Oh, dude, sorry.”
    “Sorry for what?” I play it off.
    “For bringing up Charlie. Don’t know if I should have but you’re probably over her, right? I mean you must be screwing babes like there’s no tomorrow.”
    I smirk as I bring the bottle up to my lips and take a sip of my beer, which I had grabbed from the tray beside me.
    “I know that look. Tell me! I need to live vicariously through someone else. Lex is boring as hell when it comes to talking about his past. Eric, well…forget that. I don’t need a re-enactment of