An Inconvenient Truth
We sat on the couch, post coitus. Silent. Not touching. I had on my favorite grey fleece robe. He sat on my tan sueded couch in only his boxer shorts. None to my pleasure. I have a thing against stains.
TVs on. Who knows what we’re watching. sports, a sit-com, the evening news? Then a commercial comes on and I say, ”Hey, let’s go see a movie next weekend.” Without missing a beat, “Yeah, December is a busy month for me.”
In disbelief, I turn to face him. Silently, I struggle to change my mood from red to blue. Then, I start to rationalize. Understandable, its the holidays. There’s a party every other day it seems. Then a realization dawns on me. This is a mistake. I wonder if he comprehends how horribly awful his response sounded. What kind of man makes the time to screw you, but is too inconvenienced to go to a movie? So I become…..confrontational.
I pick up my clothes from the floor and he asks, “Are you in a hurry?” ”What does that mean the month of December is a really busy month for you?” I ask. ”Going to the movies seems like moving forward in a direction I’m not sure I want to go in.” ”Since when”, I ask, “is going to the movies too much of a commitment?” 
