Quagmire

This is how conversations sometimes go on the very last date... not that I would know of course... Painful at the time, but highly entertaining in retrospect.


She: "Hmmm.... you computer boys..."

He: "What?"

She: [that didn't sound good, did it?...] Oh, it's just... you surprised me..

He: "Why?"

She: [Shit...couldn't I just have been quiet?] Well, you know, you sit behind a computer all day long, one would not expect a great performance... [I can't believe myself, I have gone obviously mad!]

He: "Oh."

She: [Rectify! Rectify!!!] It's imagination. Most nerds are endowed with abundance of it! [doh. sinking, sinking for good]

He: "It was just ten minutes."

She: "You were looking at the clock? [I do not like the direction this conversation is taking...]

He: "Oh no. I only did that once, to this girl that really truly sucked... She thought she was hot shit... [looking around somewhat nervously...]

She: Hmmm.

He: "I mean, I'm just guessing, it's a time estimate. I'm pretty good at that. [now pulling away, quite apparently out of his element]

She: "Yes, it's amazing how human mind works" [shut up, just be quiet. gah, can I leave now? I wish it wasn't my bedroom..]

-- silence--

He: "Should we maybe try to get some sleep?"

She: "Yeah, absolutely [Yes, please! The sooner I get to shut up for good, the better!]