sometimes i just play with dialogue (aka "i'd probably marry her")

They walk, arm in arm, along the quiet small town streets.

She is almost swimming in his hooded sweatshirt.

It is just before dusk.

“Why do I put up with you?” he asks.

“That’s a good question,” she replies.  “Why DO you put up with me?”

“Hmmm.  I guess…  You’re like Lucky Charms.”

“Uhm… does that sign say that there are crawlers for sale?  Like night crawlers?”

“Actually it says ‘crailers 4 sale,’ but yes, that’s what it is.”

“Wow.  We come from different words.”

“Truth. ”

“Wow.”

“Are you enjoying the tour, lady?”

“Yes.  It’s fun to see where you came from.  I just wish I hadn’t finished my ice cream already…”

“Oh.  Look over here.  If I was to propose to you, I’d do it right here.  On this bench.  Lighthouse right over there and– Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Yoooou’ve thought about proposing to me.”

“No. Wait…”

“It’s OK. I can see why you would want to marry me.  I’m quite fetching.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve seen you in your house coat.”

“What?  You told me I look cute in it.  Sad face.”

“You dooooo.”

“Ha.  Ha.  You love me!”

“I don’t like you when you’re obnoxious.”

“You actually do.”

“Crap.”

“Hee hee.”

He breaks his popsicle in two and gives her the slightly bigger half.

She smiles.  She licks.

“Root beer?” she asks.  “I thought it was chocolate.”

“Nope.  Was always root beer.”

“Looked like chocolate.  And who eats root beer anyway?”

“Give it back.”

“No.  Why?”

“Give it back.  If you don’t appreciate it.”

“I do!”

“OK.”

“I do.  Baby.”

“I love when you call me baby.”

“I called you A baby, really.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Untrue.”

“Why do you always complain?”

“I appreciate it.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I’ll give you cold kisses.”

“You should.

“Lots of cold kisses.”

“I’d like that.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

He takes her ponytail gently in his hand as they walk.

“Still… root beer?” she asks, mid-lick.

“Grrrrrrr.”

“Awwww.  Want me to walk a little bit ahead of you so you can look at my ass in these jeans?”

“Yes, please.”

“So, why Lucky Charms?”

“Because you’re magically delicious.”

She stops walking.

“That’s just weak.  Seriously?”

He shrugs.

She shakes her head.

She kisses him.

Hard.

“OK, sir, tell me what this building is.”

“That’s the Post Office.  We played street hockey behind there when we were kids.”

“They had hockey when you were a kid?”

“Cute.”

“Were the fur trappers in the employ of the Hudson Bay Company very competitive?”

“Well-crafted.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”

“OK.”

“I’ll be nice from now on.”

“That would be a lovely surprise.”

“OK.”

She takes his hand and they start walking again.

“So street hockey, huh?”

“Yup.”

“They had streets when you were a kid?”

19 thoughts on “sometimes i just play with dialogue (aka "i'd probably marry her")

        • I’m older than my husband and I started getting gray hair when I was 14, so the age jokes happen a lot. Of course, the first time my mom and grandmother met him they asked, “Do you think it’s ok to leave such a young man alone in the house?” so he’s not alone in the jokes.

          I, however, get to tease him about being too young to remember things, even though he isn’t that much younger, so I get my digs in, too.

  1. I don’t know you, but I can’t imagine you not going back and forth with whoever you ended up involved with. You’d need someone sharp enough to keep up and give it right back.

    I like this a lot.

  2. #DearFutureWife is trending on twitter and I thought of you. But some (I mean, most) of them are SO stupid it’s making me hate twitter. (And I actually really enjoy twitter.)

    /sad

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