Sunday, November 8, 2015

Soup for Robyn? George and the Matzo Ball, Continued




When last we saw them, George and Robyn were tiptoeing along the "l" word that she'd haphazardly flung his way. George dodged it and kept plundering forward. A few weeks later, he hinted that it was simmering. Will Robyn get matzo ball soup? Let's find out...
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"I'm thinking up lines for my Easter Erotica poem," Robyn giggled. She and George snuggled in front of his big-screen TV. "Things like, 'Let's commit an original sin,'" she giggled some more.

"Don't do it."

"Come on, it's funny. Original sin!" George sounded serious, but she couldn't believe it.

"Don't do it. It's a small Christian town. That could ruin your reputation, if someone at Open Mic records you."

"Are you kidding? It's no big deal. It's funny! Nobody's going to be offended by that."

They volleyed some more, George insistent, and Robyn, not one to be controlled. In fact, when bossed around, she's inclined to rebel. But she really liked and even loved George, so she recited her Easter Erotica at Open Mic when George was out of town. Meanwhile, resentment broiled; George had served censorship and no soup as of yet. They'd been dating for five months and three days. [She was counting.]

"It doesn't feel right that you told me not to read my poetry. I want a boyfriend who supports my creativity," she argued by phone one night. "Plus, it was fine. They liked the poem."

"They probably didn't understand the innuendos," George countered. "Anyway, it doesn't change how I feel about you. I didn't want you to--"

"Wait! How you feel...How do you feel about me, George?"

"What do I think?" No, how do you feel? I thought. But yeah, whatever. Just serve me some f*n matzo balls.  "I think I'm in love with you and I think that you're a good friend and that you're smart and pret--"

"Wait. You said you love me?!"

His voice lightened. "Yeah. But that doesn't mean that--"

"No need to argue anymore, sweetie. I'm good. My baby loves me. Woohoo!"

George chuckled.

----Could the soup get messier? Would it get messier? Stay tuned.

46 comments:

  1. Sigh.
    I know it doesn't end well (or at least you don't end up staying together which regardless of how it felt at the time may be ending well) but there is so much hope and anticipation. And pain.

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  2. Hmmm, I guess I missed something. This sounds pretty positive, although I had thought it went the other way.

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    1. Oh, it's always complicated every step of the way. Isn't it, Rhonda? In other words, you didn't miss anything.

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  3. Dang, this soup is messy! I THINK I'm in love with you..... I THINK you're a good friend...... Damn it, which one is it George?

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    1. Yes, thank you! Haha. I grew more furious when he told me what a good friend I am. I told him I don't have sex with my "friends." Some men like to use the word, "friend," as if a woman wants to hear it. Really, we do not! Smiles.

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  4. He stumbled his way through it but at least he finally said it. Sort of. Yeah, I think it will get messier.

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  5. Sometimes soup is just a bit too messy and you have to drain it to get to the good stuff.

    Off topic here: I just watched the video at the top of the page - love, love, love! What a great introduction/description of your new book. Well done and also - very brave. Go You!!

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  6. sounds like loud slurping of soup, but no napkin for clean up. Anyway, if he's already putting restrictions on what makes you YOU, then there's trouble ahead. Oh, hindsight. Dang.

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    1. Yes. I appreciate your picking up on that. Restrictions? Homey don't play that.

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    1. Agree. Relationships are about feelings, and when you stop to think about everything, you lose out.

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  8. He got there after a bit of a ramble, but guessing it gets a bit messier indeed

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  9. Oh, the choppy chicken soup sea of love! I know the Love Boat eventually hit a matzo ball and sank, alas.

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  10. That is a very messy soup. And as someone who always wears his food, I know something about that. Good start: "I'm in love with you." Bad followup: "You're a good friend." What the hell?

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    1. I'm laughing and loving my readers for this. It drove me bonkers to keep hearing from him what a close "friend" I was. Who wants to hear that?

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  11. OMG! He said the L word! But given the fact that it's over, I'm guessing the last chapter doesn't end well....

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    1. As long as you're enjoying the series, it's all good now. Thanks, JoJo.

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  12. I am not getting good vibes from his "Love you" statement and why did he have to think about it? It almost sounds like he is conservative in thinking and did not think it was appropriate (your poem). I also have a feeling he was bugged by the fact that you went ahead and did it anyway which means he has very old fashioned tendencies-not good. He should support you and be sitting right up at the very front in the cheering section. I would be sitting at the very front and cheering you!

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    1. Thank you, Birgit. Yes. It's not the politics that was an issue. It's that narrow-minded thinking. I was likely the only open-minded, creative, and outspoken woman he'd ever been with.

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  13. How could he have not supported your creativity? He said the "L" word, but I don't think It means what he thinks it means. No wonder he is relegated to the trash heap of love.

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    1. LOL. Some people have books smarts. Some have people smarts. Few men have both. I suppose I should say few women have both, but it seems that more women than men have people smarts. Do you agree, Dolores?

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    1. Nah, they already think I'm a temptress, Mitchell. It's all good!

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  16. He loves me!! He loves me!! The big dumb jerk loves me!

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  17. If he has to struggle to get there (in other words, stop and think about it), it's just not the same. Soup and love can both,be quite messy, unfortunately.

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  18. "I think I love you and you're a good friend..." Red flag numero uno. "But don't read it, it's a small Christian town" translates to "Don't embarrass me," red flag numero dos. Georgie isn't doing as well as he seems on this post...

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    1. True. It's not as though I made a drunken spectacle of myself. Not for years, anyway. Geeze. Someone needed to lighten up. Thanks, CW.

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    2. Chris says it much better than I could (he has brains that way).
      "Don't embarrass me": Dead on target.

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    3. You're both good. And I don't mean anything risque about that, though I'm certain (? possibly) you've heard that in the bedroom. Er, I hope you have. But we won't go there. Handshake, high-five. Thanks, pal.

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  19. I know how the story ends but I'm mesmerized by the journey there!

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  20. I noted CW's comment. He hits the red flags on the head. Funny how we don't see them at the time. I like to think that we will get better at recognizing what we're looking at WHEN we're looking at them. ::hope::

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    1. Hope! And/or consult with CW.
      Then again, I did see the red flags. But they when they hit in context of a loving and sexual relationship, it's not necessarily a "jump ship right now" message to me. Oy. Perhaps it should be. Hope, hope! Thanks, Robin.

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  21. If he didn't like your naughty poems he was definitely the wrong fellow, Robyn. And look how surprised he was when he made you happy with his mealy mouthed declaration - you're too sweet for him too!

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  22. Do it. If people don't like it, tough matzo balls. I'm Catholic, as you may know, and believe in something higher than us all (I don't mean Cheech and Chong), but I also have a sense of humor (as you definitely know. I hope). I also get quite outraged (maybe too strong a word, but...) at evangelicals getting all puffed up and full of themselves over what I perceive as ludicrous (e.g. Starbucks red cups). Funny is funny, Robyn.
    I'm anxious to see how you'll tie "Original Sin" into Easter. If nothing else, there's naked people in the story. So, that'll get my attention.

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    1. You not only have a sense of humor, Al, you're one of the funniest people I know. And I'm not even talking about your profile photos.
      Actually, I wrote this well in retrospect. I did it, and it wasn't a big deal at all. I knew it'd be fine. I also knew it was the beginning of the end for us. You're right, funny is funny. Thanks for saying that. Oh and, come springtime, I'll post my Easter Erotica. You can find last year's in my poetry tab. I'd link to it here, but I'm not good enough with this stuff to do that.

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  23. It's no fun to be with one who tends to underestimate you. You are right. You need someone who will be supportive instead of critical. Maybe he should have offered up an alternative line to the poem instead of trying to squash it altogether.

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    1. Thank you, Theresa. Yes, that would've been a lot more supportive. I might've considered it. But nothing says Easter erotica like "original sin" - right?

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  24. I agree w/what Theresa said. I quit sharing my dreams becasue of naysayers. It got to be such a habit that it's now the norm to keep them to myself. Crazy, right???? Maybe I'll change that... later. ;)

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  25. Aww. How cute! I don't want messy soup. Can we just stop the story here and pretend that nothing else happens? Please?

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  26. That's sweet, but I have a feeling things will get messy.

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