I hadn't talked to Roxy in a while, so yesterday I decided to call her - "Jethro," she chimes as she answers the phone, "Why the fuck are you calling me?" I tell her she needs to work on her phone etiquette, she says, "Jethro, I told you we were through. I was nice about it. Now what part didn't you understand?" - I ask, "Did you look at the video where I stood in front of the North Las Vegas City Council and gave them an elevator pitch about a reality show?" - she says -- "Jethro, you resembled a refrigerator with a head on it in the video you sent me. You also need a haircut. Who is going to take a guy serious when he looks and acts like you? You really are the village idiot! Furthermore, moron, you need to stop repeating yourself in your videos - it makes you look like a bumbling idiot!"
It's the sound of her voice, even when she is insulting me, that turns me on. I tell her, once again, how much I love and miss her - she doesn't reciprocate the feeling -- "Jethro, I told you we were finished! Come on! No one is that stupid," there was a brief silence after her comment - and then she says -- "Well, I take that back. Look who I am talking to."
No doubt in my mind whatsoever Roxy is the girl for me - I reiterate the feeling to her yet again -- she says, "Jethro, when I look down at my Caller ID and see it is you calling, I tell myself not to answer, I truly do! But for some reason or another I always answer," she sighs after her statement and then adds, "Look - how long have we known each other?" I answer, "A few years," she then says, "See, that's what I am saying. You have failed at everything you have tried to accomplish since I have known you." I tell her once again how I am getting close to creating something big - she says -- "For Christ sake Jethro! You are unable to create anything! Look, moron, the only thing you are good at is fucking me when I come to town. That's it!"
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