Tagged: Guys (1,814)

T 4103

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

He burnt dinner and the fire alarm went off and the door bell rang and he yelled, Fuck! and she heard him and smiled. She’d brought take out.

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T 4096

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

He points to the fish tacos and says, What’s that? and she says, You’re too foreign for me, and she learns something shameful about herself.

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T 4093

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

He compares her eyes to his dog’s testicles, and then says, I never claimed I was a great poet, and then he compares her hair to steel wool.

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T 4090

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

I wanted to be a great dentist once, he sighs. Do you call this foreplay? she asks. He turns to her and touches her. I’m just a guy, he says.

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T 4089

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

Bad things happened. Bad is relative, he’s told. Things won’t ever be the same, he thinks. Then he decides to shop for a new pair of khakis.

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T 4087

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

She puts her magazine down and says, Let’s raise chickens, and he says, We live in a condo, and that’s how he found himself suddenly single.

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T 4084

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

The ball thrown to his son. The miss, and the broken nose. Much commotion. Womanly outrage. A whispered promise. Male bonding over ice cream.

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T 4083

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

Your love smells like anger, she whispers. He punches the wall. Dust scatters. He’s too much the gentleman to say what her love smells like.

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T 4082

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

He complains about dry mouth and she kisses him deeply and then she says, Now about your breath, and he doesn’t know whether to smile or not.

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T 4077

By Arjun Basu | Published: July 9, 2011

He sat on the couch watching TV. The ladies in the dining room were talking about him. I’m not a conversation piece, he yelled. To laughter.

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