awkward moments.
Yesterday was divine, sunny and warm, lots of meat, beer and good company. So it was such a damnable shame to have topped it all off by going out last night and meeting up a warring couple.
'Todd and Jessica'- not real names, I would like to post real names but Todd is a net surfer and the type who would google himself daily- have been dating for five years now, Todd words in IT and Jessica is a freelance photographer-very gifted and leaning more towards Art. They are well off, good looking and-inexplicably-always miserable and lately they seem like they are always at each other's throats.
Last night was no exception.
It started out peaceful enough, catching up on the gossip, telling them all about the bar-b-cue and Country Gay's new hair and single status and the vicious slap in the chops Cherry got in the George when Tara finally came across him...blah-blah -blah.
They were describing the new apartment they bought for an astronomical amount of money and how they probably couldn't go on holidays this year becasue they were up to their tits in debt, when suddenly the temperature dropped about fifteen degrees.
I'm not really sure how it happened but Todd did some kind of snort when Jessica mentioned some job she was going on, and muttered someting about 'feast or famine' the Jessica said something like, 'Excuse fucking me?'
Then Todd leans across to the Paramour and says 'Look man, you know how it is, we're mortgaged to the hilt and I was just saying the photo stuff, it's great, don't get me wrong, but you know sometimes the arty shit's gotta take a place on the back-'
Wherein Jessica said, 'Hey, I'm sitting right here. Don't fucking talk about me as if I'm not here.'
'Jess I'm just saying-'
'I know what you're saying and you can shut up.'
Eeeepppp.
I can't say it improved really, they stopped talking about money, but then it was , 'Hey Jess, what was the name of that guy we-'
'I don't know, dont ask me, you're the one who knows everything.'
Or.
'Todd told him to...'
'No I didn't. That's not what I said, you always do that Jessica, you always exaggerate.'
I sat there with this tight pained grin on my face, clutching my glass and wondering if I could claim sun stroke. Then Todd said, 'right my round, same again?'
I opened my mouth-
But champion, my champion, the paramour looked at his watch and said, 'Oh, sorry folks, but I can't, I've got an early start tomorrow. I'm driving down South, got to be on the raod by six.'
'OH.'
Both Jessica and Todd managed to look suspicious. But the paramour was unmoved, he drained his drink and slapped Todd on the shoulder- all manly like- 'we're having a friendly next saturday, why don't you come along? Bring your boots.'
Todd nodded, 'Hey yeah I wouldn't mind a-'
'You can't next Saturday!' Jessica snapped rolling her eyes. 'The tile-man is coming.'
'So, you'll be there won't you!'
Jessica leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with malice. 'Todd sometimes all that football shit has gotta take a place on the back burner.'
We left sharpish and walked home, the night was warm and we held hands. We didn't talk until we reached the apartment.
'Let's not fight over stupid stuff.' he said.
'Okay.'I said.
Then we went up in the lift, snogging like teenagers.
'Todd and Jessica'- not real names, I would like to post real names but Todd is a net surfer and the type who would google himself daily- have been dating for five years now, Todd words in IT and Jessica is a freelance photographer-very gifted and leaning more towards Art. They are well off, good looking and-inexplicably-always miserable and lately they seem like they are always at each other's throats.
Last night was no exception.
It started out peaceful enough, catching up on the gossip, telling them all about the bar-b-cue and Country Gay's new hair and single status and the vicious slap in the chops Cherry got in the George when Tara finally came across him...blah-blah -blah.
They were describing the new apartment they bought for an astronomical amount of money and how they probably couldn't go on holidays this year becasue they were up to their tits in debt, when suddenly the temperature dropped about fifteen degrees.
I'm not really sure how it happened but Todd did some kind of snort when Jessica mentioned some job she was going on, and muttered someting about 'feast or famine' the Jessica said something like, 'Excuse fucking me?'
Then Todd leans across to the Paramour and says 'Look man, you know how it is, we're mortgaged to the hilt and I was just saying the photo stuff, it's great, don't get me wrong, but you know sometimes the arty shit's gotta take a place on the back-'
Wherein Jessica said, 'Hey, I'm sitting right here. Don't fucking talk about me as if I'm not here.'
'Jess I'm just saying-'
'I know what you're saying and you can shut up.'
Eeeepppp.
I can't say it improved really, they stopped talking about money, but then it was , 'Hey Jess, what was the name of that guy we-'
'I don't know, dont ask me, you're the one who knows everything.'
Or.
'Todd told him to...'
'No I didn't. That's not what I said, you always do that Jessica, you always exaggerate.'
I sat there with this tight pained grin on my face, clutching my glass and wondering if I could claim sun stroke. Then Todd said, 'right my round, same again?'
I opened my mouth-
But champion, my champion, the paramour looked at his watch and said, 'Oh, sorry folks, but I can't, I've got an early start tomorrow. I'm driving down South, got to be on the raod by six.'
'OH.'
Both Jessica and Todd managed to look suspicious. But the paramour was unmoved, he drained his drink and slapped Todd on the shoulder- all manly like- 'we're having a friendly next saturday, why don't you come along? Bring your boots.'
Todd nodded, 'Hey yeah I wouldn't mind a-'
'You can't next Saturday!' Jessica snapped rolling her eyes. 'The tile-man is coming.'
'So, you'll be there won't you!'
Jessica leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with malice. 'Todd sometimes all that football shit has gotta take a place on the back burner.'
We left sharpish and walked home, the night was warm and we held hands. We didn't talk until we reached the apartment.
'Let's not fight over stupid stuff.' he said.
'Okay.'I said.
Then we went up in the lift, snogging like teenagers.
posted by fatmammycat at 10:40 p.m.
8 Comments:
Nice story bout two diversely different couples. Sad to say that me have been in both kinds in me time... strangely, with same person.
Good for you FMC, the P/F am sounding better and better all the time.
Oh, and the "snogging like teenagers," me thought it was more like animals.
Well, I know couples like that - it seems a perfect example of what happens when it's all sex and superficial attraction - when the initial passion is spent they don't actually like each other very much. Give me the slow burner that grows with mutual laughter and common ground, and becomes a volcano! Yeah!
Arf Monstee. Sadly I know more and more couples like that too. It's odd, I've long held the view that if you make each other miserable and/or fight all the time, you might be better off, you know, alone, but apparently not everyone shares this view.
Ah Missus, we crossed, and yeah baby, slow burners are hot!
hullo ms. cat!! glad you enjoyed your holiday, as i enjoyed mine. i did fall in love with barcelona, which was totally unexpected. even the street-cleaners were enchanting.
as for your jessica and todd -- perhaps to them sniping and jabs are foreplay?? or at the very least their own form of communication? tough on the bystanders, though...
Sounds more like couples I've known where four years down the road they break up, and one of them comes crying to you asking, "What went wrong? We were so happy!!"
I dunno it's damned hard when money becomes an issue in a relationship, I feel bad for J & T they're obviously hurting. All realtionships go through bitchy times, the trick is coming out of it the other side having learned something, I think.
Money woes are hard on love, don't talk to me about love when you have an astronomical mortgage and daycare to pay for - ack!
Hello darlings, I was out all afternoon pan-handling, well as good as, talking to folk about 'future projects' eeek!
Miss Finn, welcome home. I knew you would love BCN, I'll stop on by to see where you were and what you ate in a mo.
Melinda. Ha, yeah of course they were, a bed of rose petals every day.'Where did we go wrong?'
Boliath- I would feel more sorry for them if they had kiddies and what not, but they don't, what they have is a beautiful apartment, a wine habit they really cannot afford, and lots of designer furniture. They're bleating about their mortgage-having sold a really cute if slightly small house in the unfashionable area of...Ranelagh!
So my heart is not exactly bleeding, they even had a cute little yard. It was almost a garden! And they sold it! For a balcony!
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