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Authors: Isabel Lucero
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out a cute outfit, and drive all the way down there, just for you to not show up. And to top it off, GLC shows up and makes me behave like an idiot and I forget my phone!”
“Okay. Before I explain anything, what the hell is a GLC?” Emilie asks.
I let out a sigh. “God like creature. But that doesn’t matter. Where were you?”
“Okay, first of all, calm down. I was going to meet you there, but I had this plan, and I was going to set you up on a date with this guy who’s friends with Chris. You know, the guy I work with. Anyway, he’s not really my type, but I like him as a friend, and I thought maybe his friend would be good-looking, and we could all have a good night.” She finally stops rambling and just stares at me.
“Wait, so you set me up on a blind date with a guy you’ve never seen, who is friends with a guy you don’t even find attractive, and you thought that would be fun? Also, please explain why none of you showed up!”
“I never said Chris wasn’t attractive. He’s just not my type, maybe he’s yours, I don’t know. He’s cute, but we’re just friends. I asked him if his friend was an ugly toad or not and he assured me that his friend was not a toad.”
“Ugh. Whatever. Where did you all go then? Because you sure as hell weren’t with me!”
I move from the entryway, and fall onto the couch. Emilie follows suit, sitting on the opposite end.
“Well, I was getting ready to leave my house when Chris calls and says they can’t make it because Greg, his friend, got sick. I figured you wouldn’t want Chris to show up and then it would be like Three’s Company…but not really since he isn’t gay. At least I don’t think he is.”
“You’re rambling again! Stop!”
“Sorry. Anyway, so I said that was fine and I was going to meet you, but before I left, I went to the bathroom and realized I started my fucking period! Not only that, I had no feminine products. Nothing. No tampons, no pads, not even panty liners. What kind of woman am I?”
I want to laugh, but I also want to portray my anger. I never had a good poker face and I start laughing anyway.
“It’s not funny! I was stuck on the toilet, trying to reach into my cabinets and drawers to see if I could find anything. Meanwhile, I have you texting and yelling at me.”
“What did you do?” I ask through my laughter.
“I did what any woman would do. I folded up some toilet paper, put in my underwear and went to the store to get some goddamn tampons!”
I fall onto my back and curl into the cushion, laughing. Emilie joins in, and all is forgiven.
“So. GLC? We have to change that. That sounds like a cable company or something. Now what could we call him?” She taps her chin with her finger while inspecting the ceiling.
“Well I don’t know. It was shorter than actually saying God-like creature, and I’m not good with nicknames.”
“Let me think, let me think. How about, SB? Because he’s a sexy beast!” Em starts cracking up at her own joke. “Okay, maybe blue eyes, or SOS for sex on a stick, or Daddy Warbucks, cause he obviously has money. Ooh, maybe we could call him…”
“Just stop already,” I laugh, cutting her off. “Your suggestions aren’t any better than GLC. I’ll just call him God.”
“Yeah, and if you’re lucky, maybe he’ll be making you scream, God yes, oh God, oh, oh, oh, God!” she starts feigning an orgasm.
“You’re ridiculous,” I laugh.
“No. You are. I can’t believe you didn’t stay and have dinner with him! Dinner could have turned into dessert. Mmm, I bet he has good dessert.”
“Oh, I’m sure he has good everything. He’s so confident, and smooth. If I was just a little weaker, he could snap and I’d be at his feet waiting for a command.”
“Ooh, I bet he’s dominating, too. I bet he’d throw you on the bed, hold your wrists above your head and have his wicked way with you. He’d boss you around and force you on your knees to suck his dick.” She
“Okay. Before I explain anything, what the hell is a GLC?” Emilie asks.
I let out a sigh. “God like creature. But that doesn’t matter. Where were you?”
“Okay, first of all, calm down. I was going to meet you there, but I had this plan, and I was going to set you up on a date with this guy who’s friends with Chris. You know, the guy I work with. Anyway, he’s not really my type, but I like him as a friend, and I thought maybe his friend would be good-looking, and we could all have a good night.” She finally stops rambling and just stares at me.
“Wait, so you set me up on a blind date with a guy you’ve never seen, who is friends with a guy you don’t even find attractive, and you thought that would be fun? Also, please explain why none of you showed up!”
“I never said Chris wasn’t attractive. He’s just not my type, maybe he’s yours, I don’t know. He’s cute, but we’re just friends. I asked him if his friend was an ugly toad or not and he assured me that his friend was not a toad.”
“Ugh. Whatever. Where did you all go then? Because you sure as hell weren’t with me!”
I move from the entryway, and fall onto the couch. Emilie follows suit, sitting on the opposite end.
“Well, I was getting ready to leave my house when Chris calls and says they can’t make it because Greg, his friend, got sick. I figured you wouldn’t want Chris to show up and then it would be like Three’s Company…but not really since he isn’t gay. At least I don’t think he is.”
“You’re rambling again! Stop!”
“Sorry. Anyway, so I said that was fine and I was going to meet you, but before I left, I went to the bathroom and realized I started my fucking period! Not only that, I had no feminine products. Nothing. No tampons, no pads, not even panty liners. What kind of woman am I?”
I want to laugh, but I also want to portray my anger. I never had a good poker face and I start laughing anyway.
“It’s not funny! I was stuck on the toilet, trying to reach into my cabinets and drawers to see if I could find anything. Meanwhile, I have you texting and yelling at me.”
“What did you do?” I ask through my laughter.
“I did what any woman would do. I folded up some toilet paper, put in my underwear and went to the store to get some goddamn tampons!”
I fall onto my back and curl into the cushion, laughing. Emilie joins in, and all is forgiven.
“So. GLC? We have to change that. That sounds like a cable company or something. Now what could we call him?” She taps her chin with her finger while inspecting the ceiling.
“Well I don’t know. It was shorter than actually saying God-like creature, and I’m not good with nicknames.”
“Let me think, let me think. How about, SB? Because he’s a sexy beast!” Em starts cracking up at her own joke. “Okay, maybe blue eyes, or SOS for sex on a stick, or Daddy Warbucks, cause he obviously has money. Ooh, maybe we could call him…”
“Just stop already,” I laugh, cutting her off. “Your suggestions aren’t any better than GLC. I’ll just call him God.”
“Yeah, and if you’re lucky, maybe he’ll be making you scream, God yes, oh God, oh, oh, oh, God!” she starts feigning an orgasm.
“You’re ridiculous,” I laugh.
“No. You are. I can’t believe you didn’t stay and have dinner with him! Dinner could have turned into dessert. Mmm, I bet he has good dessert.”
“Oh, I’m sure he has good everything. He’s so confident, and smooth. If I was just a little weaker, he could snap and I’d be at his feet waiting for a command.”
“Ooh, I bet he’s dominating, too. I bet he’d throw you on the bed, hold your wrists above your head and have his wicked way with you. He’d boss you around and force you on your knees to suck his dick.” She
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