Speed Dating

[Lightning Rod]

Speed Dating

She told me that her name was Stacy. I didn't believe her for a minute. She looked more like a Brenda, maybe a Katherine. The dimples were the giveaway.

She claimed to be vulnerable. I knew that was a lie too. Then she told me that she was in the ad business, and that explained it all. So, I decided to call her Stacy.

The first thing that she wanted was a dirty joke. This was her yardstick on a person's character, what they chose as a dirty joke and how they told it. What do you think is naughty or nice? This helped her concoct her lines for the sex scene.

Stacy was honest about her sexual needs. She wanted it when she wanted it and only when she wanted it. Like pizza. Order online. Take delivery. Leave a tip.

The tips are good for the delivery boy. If he delivers. Stacy imagined that she was in control of her life. This illusion of autonomy made her an easy mark. The stilts of independence are thin as toothpicks.

The ambiguity of the sex act revolves around this question: Whose needs are being served? Yours? Mine? Ours? The Universe? Stacy had solved this problem neatly as Einstein. At least in her own mind. It was what she called the Play the Unified Field Theory.

Let's get honest. I'll call her Katherine for a moment. Names are like clothes, or lack of them. There is nakedness in a name. Dimples don't lie. Katherine told me that Stacy was a simple device, like drunkenness. It helped her be what she imagined that the wanted to be. In vodka veritas.

I still can't decide if I was making love to Stacy or Katherine. I can't decide if it was making love or pizza delivery. I can't even decide if it matters. I'm sure I'll never know. Her name was probably Brenda all along.

[Nazz]

Well-written, observant, honest, humorous reflection, LR.

"The stilts of independence are thin as toothpicks"...

That's great!

[Artguy]

Sounds like an old Dylan song ....Read it with a Dylanesque voice ...sounded right...