May 8, 2008
solitary bees, 44
Do you mind if I ask a question?
They are working on the puzzle.
Not at all.
This is going to sound vicious but there’s no other way to say it.
Go ahead.
He sits back.
What’s wrong with you?
He squinches his face. Pinches his nose.
I mean, it’s always an accumulation, isn’t it? Plus the biology of the thing.
He picks up a puzzle piece, holds it between thumb and finger, and slowly turns it back and forth.
I mean, on the other hand, I think it’s fairly obvious, isn’t it? I thought it would be simple for you to see who I am and then decide.
Couldn’t you just have come up to me at the store and asked me out on a date?
This may sound ridiculous but I had no earthly idea how to do that.
This seemed like the simple way?
Yes.
He sets the piece down without a place for it.
Yes. That’s exactly how I operate. This is who I am.
She puts a piece in place.
I think you could be a little quicker about this. You always pick up a piece and look at it without trying anything.
Always?
Always.
She fits another piece.
Well, I guess you’ve got me figured.
Finally.
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