by Jonathan Howard

Created on: January 26, 2008

"I am sorry I was so rude back there.", her voice cracked on the last word. I am walking slightly ahead of my date, wishing we parked closer. In fact I wish we met up here in separate cars. Sometimes when I get mad my blood pressure rises.

"Really", she continued "I am sorry. Can you slow down a little bit?" She catches my arm. I almost spin around for a second, but I don't want to look at her. I slow down so she can keep pace with me. We are almost at the car anyways. I consider what it will be like to be trapped in the car with her. I actually am seeing red. I didn't know that really happens, but so help me god, I am seeing the color red.

"i just don't understand why you wanted to leave", I am telling her,"Kevin and Alissa were having fun I was having fun..."

"I know, please don't be mad at me."

"We aren't going to see them for a while." I am starting to regret that I took the whole Cialis pill. She is going to want to do it more than once either way, the annoying fruit. Her grip on my arm is pleading with me to slow down. Finally we are approaching the Oldsmobile. I press the button on the key-chain.

I know she will become even more annoying if I don't walk the long way around the car and open her door first. I am considering not doing it, but she kind of yanks me towards the car. She pauses when i open the door. In my mind the date is ruined and there is no real reason to be romantic. I wonder if she is trying to get me to kiss her or pay attention to her in some way.

I really was having fun, and she was really distant and strange for the last half hour until I finally could not take it. I really don't get her. She arranged this whole meal. I lean in to kiss her and she seems surprised, like she was thinking about something. I stomp through the snow towards the driver's side.

I can see her face as I pass in from of the car. She is looking for something in her purse, but i see her sneak a glance.

I pause before opening the door. Maybe my anger will dissipate. She leans over to see what is taking me so long. I feel the Cialis begin to work and something in my emotions struggles against the artificial arousal. I open the door and get in, turning the key in the ignition and the heat up to "max". The next thing she says will start a row - we must both know this.

Suddenly (and I put this delicately so as not to offend) I become aware of a an odd smell that is in the car with us. She has passed gas. In a rush I become aware of both the true reason behind her discomfort in restaurant and of how turned on I am by this ridiculous pill. I start giggling. She is not expecting me to giggle and giggles as well, triggering a mild pop of laughter which I blow out my nose, perhaps to push the smell backwards. She notices and laughs openly, and we just break down laughing for what must be more than a minute.

"There are not many people", she says, between chuckles, "I would rather get old with."

"Yes, I still love you."

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