the true believer

"You're just like all the rest," she spit at me, "you're only after one thing. It is just disgusting to me, that is all that I am to you."

"You are just like everybody else, Allie, just like all of us. You're looking for someone to believe in. And I'm just suggesting that you try believing in me. Who knows, maybe it'll work."

"How could I possibly believe in you, Eddie? You are a big fat liar. You lie to suit what you please. How do I believe in someone who is unbelievable?"

"Allie, dammit, grow up. Everybody lies. Everybody twists things the way that they want them to be. I just don't pretend like everybody else. What you freakin' see is what you freakin' get. No pretense. No role-playing. No polite this and polite that. You're a great lay, and you make me laugh. Anything else would be spinning a fairytale, and I'm just not into that."

"Look, I've got to get to work. I can't get into this with you right now, I just don't have the time. So are you going to be here when I get home?"

"Most likely."

"Most likely? That's the level of commitment that three months together gets me? Most likely? I give up. I don't really care if you are here when I get home or not, Eddie. It's up to you."

"Sounds like you haven't fully decided whether you're going to believe in me, yet," I said, looking straight into those eyes.

The edges of her face softened, and I could see her eyes getting misty. "Dammit, you so know how much I am stuck on you, Eddie. You are the cockiest bastard this side of the Mississippi, you know that?"

"I like to think of myself as having good self-confidence, baby. Well-developed notions of self-esteem," I told her, keeping a fix on her eyes.

"I wish, I just wish I knew what it was," she said softly, "so that I could go to the doctor and get it removed." Her impish smile was not really all that hidden.

"It's too deeply implanted, baby," I leered in my best leer, "and removing it could endanger you, so the doctor won't even try." Now I was smiling too.

"Okay, funny boy, I will stop and pick up some Chinese on the way home. The usual?"

"Sure, Allie, the usual will be great. See you later," I said, as I leaned in for a kiss, which I knew I was going to get, cocky bastard that I am. Imagine my surprise when that kitchen knife slid in between my ribs and I felt the warm woosh of my own blood drenching my shirt. Maybe she would never be a true believer.

May 23, 2009.

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