His breath reeked a mixture of marshmallows and hp sauce, he leaned in, lips slightly parted and kissed me with a carelessness that left me to wipe his spit from the corners of my pursed mouth. What is it about cold weather and falling snow that makes people want to nest on the couch with a lover? Eating everything in the cupboards like hibernating bears who can’t turn away from the infomercials now entertaining the quilt I have pulled over my head in hopes that when I pull it off it will be summer and HE will have brushed his teeth.
I admit, I am a bit of a moody person, I like to say it is because I am an artist. It is always worse when I have had plenty of time alone or in silence, I am not quick to acclimatize to people again. I am like a new fish being introduced into a bowl with other fish, I need to remain in my bag of water within the bowl for a couple of hours before I am settled with this new place with these new fish. If someone was to just carelessly throw me into the tank with the other fish I would surely eat them and then float to the top of the bowl. This pretty much sums up my dating life.
This latest fish has just returned to the bowl from a two week business trip in the Middle East. This fish designs and builds playgrounds. Maybe because the media has only allowed me to see places like Bangladesh and Jordan through its poverty and war that I am still awe stricken that they have thought to spend millions on custom built playgrounds imported from Canada. Good for them, I am not judging, just surprised.
I want to ask the fish about his trip and I am curious to know what a playground in war torn Israel would consist of but I am still in my bag. I am still furrowing my brow and avoiding sucking in air through my nose, angry that they apparently have playgrounds in Middle East but no mouth wash!
He gets up, annoyed that I am so cold to him, upset that I didn’t run up to him crying and wrapping my arms around him at the airport. What did he expect? Have you ever tried to drive in Vancouver during a snowfall? He locks himself in the bathroom, I hear the water hissing from the shower head, thank you!
A few days later he comes by my house to collect the few belongings he has sentimentally stored in my drawers and bathroom. He collects his socks and underwear from “his” drawer slowly, hoping I will beg him to stay I am sure. I say nothing. He mopes his way into the bathroom and drops his toothbrush into the bag,......really? NOW you remember you own a mouth sanitizing utensil!! Isn’t that always how it goes? They come to you a mess, you train them and then they go off into the world with their new found minty fresh breath and start blowing bubbles at all the schools of prettier, younger fish.
The snow falls again today in Vancouver so I called in sick to work, curled up on the couch with my quilt and turned on the infomercials.
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