Men & Players
Mar. 18th, 2004 12:40 pmI was at the plasma place, reading Sunshine. There was a fellow in the bed next to me who commented at the "purity" of my plasma. He was one of those talky fellows who I suspect must wear on the staff. He asked about my book -- vampire novel. Just the thing to read at a plasma donation center.
He got to talking with the fellow opposite from him, and I tuned them out, but when the guy next to me made some comment about being able to think with both heads, I cracked up.
My laugh has changed, evidently. I'm doing less of the bwa-ha-ha-hee-hee-hee-snicker-snort-snarf-hoo-hoo-hoo, and more of the silent but visible laughter. I think it comes from trying to quiet down on the 'net at night and not disturb my roommates. I stayed laughing for quite some time.
So then the guy across the way, after giving the guy next to me a hard time, started talking about how, seriously, he could tell all sorts of things about a woman from just looking at her. He used me as his object lesson -- I wasn't married, no ring, but he could tell that I was with somebody. Fiance? Boyfriend? I got this look on my face; evidently it was accompanied by a slight flush. "Sort of," I eventually confirmed.
"A fling, then," he said. My grin got bigger. He went on to speculate that I'd gotten some very recently -- last night, perhaps? No? Then more recently than that -- this morning?
"I haven't seen my girlfriend since October," I told him, grinning.
This temporarily broke his brain. I grinned evilly, and left before he'd entirely recovered.
He got to talking with the fellow opposite from him, and I tuned them out, but when the guy next to me made some comment about being able to think with both heads, I cracked up.
My laugh has changed, evidently. I'm doing less of the bwa-ha-ha-hee-hee-hee-snicker-snort-snarf-hoo-hoo-hoo, and more of the silent but visible laughter. I think it comes from trying to quiet down on the 'net at night and not disturb my roommates. I stayed laughing for quite some time.
So then the guy across the way, after giving the guy next to me a hard time, started talking about how, seriously, he could tell all sorts of things about a woman from just looking at her. He used me as his object lesson -- I wasn't married, no ring, but he could tell that I was with somebody. Fiance? Boyfriend? I got this look on my face; evidently it was accompanied by a slight flush. "Sort of," I eventually confirmed.
"A fling, then," he said. My grin got bigger. He went on to speculate that I'd gotten some very recently -- last night, perhaps? No? Then more recently than that -- this morning?
"I haven't seen my girlfriend since October," I told him, grinning.
This temporarily broke his brain. I grinned evilly, and left before he'd entirely recovered.