2.142. Freewrite

“I think I might be done or close to.” Brody said. He was pushing a cart through Albertson’s, eyeballing couples as he walked. Hank, his roommate, walked alongside him head bent forward, eyes transfixed on his cellphone. Brody wondered how he didn’t walk into things always looking down like that.

“mm.. So we out of here, B?”

“That isn’t what I meant. I think I might be done with women. relationships. The whole thing, you know?”

That made Hank stop walking, but he still didn’t look up. “What, you switching teams or something?”

“No. I’m serious. I don’t want to deal with any of it anymore.” And he meant it. Ever since Kim things hadn’t felt right with women. For one thing, he looked at every woman who walked by him and it wasn’t like he was checking them out. He was imagining a life with them. A woman would walk by and he’d follow her with his eyes and and his thoughts would trail off into a quickly spun fantasy about what life would be like with them. It never felt right. It never felt like Kim.

“What you need to do is get on one of these online sites, get a quick hookup, and forget about Kim.”

“No, thanks. If I see one more picture of a chick standing on a hill she thinks is a mountain, or by a waterfall, or one more mirror selfie…”

Hank laughed and looked up from his phone. “You already check all that out?”

Brody nodded. “Like I said, man. I’m done with all of it. When you find what is right it works or it doesn’t. When it doesn’t maybe that is a sign you ought to pack up and call it quits.”

“What does that even mean? You’re a man and we men need women!”

“Maybe we don’t.”

 

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