Chapter 3

I put on my sandals and went out on the porch and lit another smoke.

Not sure how long I sat there doing nothing but it finally hit me that I was an idiot. To ever think it would have worked out. To ever let myself believe for even a moment that in real life, not some fantasy, that a woman would want to stay with me.

Get your head out of your ass fool. This whole last few weeks were the best your ever gonna have so enjoy the memory and get on with your life.

I'm pretty hard on myself but I have to be or otherwise I actually start believing fantasy's come true.

Well now that my feet are planted back on the ground, well ok, my ass is planted back in my chair. Anyway you get the point. I start playing a new game on my phone. 2048 is the name. Addicting game.

So addicting I didn't even notice that it was now dark and I was actually falling asleep. Well not falling, I had fell but then someone took my phone out of my hand which woke me up.

She just took my hand without saying a word and pulled me up. Then she led me to bed and as I was laying there wondering what to do next she looked down and raised her eyebrow in a questing way.

What? She looked at my crouch and? Oh, oops, I looked down and stumpy was still up. Sorry I mumbled, I forgot to turn it off. So I reached down and hit the down button and gave it a squeeze to get it all the way down. Once that was done she gave me a funny look and then covered me up and went to the other side of the bed, stripped off her clothes and crawled in. Then she curled up against me and went to sleep.

Ok I'm stupid but even a blind squirrel finds a nut from time to time. When I woke up at my normal 4;30 I got up made some coffee and went outside. I played and smoked and tried my best to not let my mind go into a tail spin. She came back and acted like nothing was wrong. So do I get to find out what I did or do I keep my mouth shut? How do you ask a question without getting right back in trouble? "Hey, I don't want to piss you off or anything but what the hell did I do that set you off?" I could ask and then she might get pissed and fly off the handle again because I was so stupid I didn't know.

Hell I was so stupid I didn't know. I have no stinking idea really. Ok slow down here, I know the last thing I did before the explosion was. I said "I love you." Was that really that bad?

Why would saying those three little words get her panties all in a twist? That's the confusing part her, not the 'what' but the 'why'. I know what set her off I just don't know why but I know one thing, I'm not saying that again.

Well the sun is now up and out of who knows how many games of 2048, which I've actually only beat the game once, I get up and make a 2nd cup of coffee.

While I'm waiting on the water to heat up, yes I drink 'instant', she calls me from the bed and asks if I'm coming back to bed.

Ok, it's still morning so of course I'm not coming back to bed but she knew that. It wasn't really a question it was an offer. An offer of what I don't know but it was an offer for me to join her in the bed.

So I turned off the water, didn't want to have to rush back in and turn it off if things got interesting.

Ok, so I'm still an idiot. Women don't wake up in the morning and call you in from the kitchen after a fight to have sex. They call you in to 'talk'.

To 'talk' is an oxymoron because in reality you are better off if you don't talk at all. The smartest thing I have learned to do is nod a lot and say 'uh huh' and 'I understand'. Agree with anything she says within reason and smile. Not too big a smile, but keep the corners of your mouth anywhere but down. Frown and you're dead.

So I go back in the bedroom and she pulls the covers back to invite me. So I crawl in and wait. She cuddles a bit and I keep my mouth shut. I cuddle back and wait. And wait.

I'm not going to screw this up, I'm gonna keep my mouth shut until she gives me some idea of how to proceed.

Finally she asks the last question I ever would have expected. No that's not true, the question wasn't last, hell it never even made the list of possible questions. If someone had thrown that question into the hat as, 'possible questions to be asked on the morning after a fight', for a game show it would have been trashed and never thought of again. But that just goes to show that I'm totally out of touch with how to understand women.

She said, "When I brought you to bed last night your dick was still hard. If I hadn't mentioned it to you, you probably would have gone to sleep with it still sticking up. You were serious when you said it stayed up until you turned it off. Doesn't it bother you sticking up all the time? Why don't you notice it and let it down?"

Uh, what world is this? Not why did you say those words, or what the hell are you thinking, or any other question regarding our little explosion last night but she wants to talk about my stubby?

So I thought about it a sec or two and explained that, number one, yes I was serious, why would I make something like that up. Two, no it doesn't bother me, hell when I'm sitting down I don't even know it's there. If I to get dressed I notice it because it won't roll down to fit in my drawers. So yes, I have to make a conscious effort to let it down whenever I use it but I got distracted last night and forgot all about it.

"I thought I explained that to you." I said, all the time wondering, why does that matter and what the hell is going through your mind. But hey, I listen and answer but don't question.