Will you be my lover? you asked.
Have I told you about the time I ran into a bear?
You looked at me quizzically.
I read a book once called "The Bears and I".
Bears, huh? you said.
Afterward, every time there was an uncomfortable silence, someone brought up bears.
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Reader Comments (5)
I wish I had memories of lovers I wanted to recall. All it is is sick shame when I think of them... Is it my Mormon upbringing? Or is it just me?
Can I just tell you how majorly bummed I am that there are only going to be 31 more of these vignettes?
I agree with solar!
Bears... that's a good one. I'll remember that the next time someone petitions me for sex. Which will be never. Just to be clear on that.
and you couldn't think of anything to say besides the old, overused bear question.......One time, when a man was petitioning me to grant him the favor of my undivided attention and ten minutes of sexual mercy, he removed the beer bottle from his moist lips and said in a husky voice "So, what are you thinking?" and I said "I'm thinking about my husband" He quickly walked away.
Now THAT is an ice breaker. Or ball breaker.
BEARS BEARS BEARS BEARS BEARS.
This bear no longer bears a sex drive.
I'm sorry I'm a spotty entity in your life. I still haven't gotten the hang of object-constancy, much less bear-constancy. Just ask my family.
I hope you are well Schmutzie Pickles, I am much better than the last time we saw each other.