Tagged: Guys (1,814)

T 5669

I lost the ability to dream. I was left with hope, but my hopes were pedestrian, going no further than cheeseburgers. And then my wife left.

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T 5667

He hates parties but the girl is cute. He says, In my previous life I was a carpenter, and she flees, and he remembers why he hates parties.

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T 5665

It was spring, and they went for a walk. The lilacs were blooming. The flowers smell like smoked mackerel, he noted. She knew he was trying.

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T 5664

He sheds the weight and becomes amoral. He speaks of the abdication of loss. Those are big words for a jerk, she says. I’m horny, he admits.

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T 5663

I want to say something funny here, to cut the ugly tension. But I have always been devoid of humor. I blame my mother. That makes me laugh.

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T 5661

His finger’s broken, and that’s what he wants to text her, but he gets frustrated and punches the door and breaks his hand. And feels alone.

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T 5660

He picks up the rags and decides he’s going to quit his job. He wants out. He goes home and kisses his wife. You need a better job, he says.

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T 5659

Because I felt lost. Because the sun felt harsh and not warm. Because she said I smelled like salami. But that was a lie. I don’t eat salami.

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T 5658

He puts down the hammer and says, What? and she says, I can’t stand the noise can you please keep it down? and he picks up the hammer again.

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T 5657

She has amazingly pedicured toes, and I tell her I’d like to suck them, and she says, That’s gross, and that’s how I know she’s superficial.

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