Amanda just laughed. She stopped fast but
her answer to Melinda’s problem was not precisely the one she needed. Yes, she
wanted to laugh too but she couldn’t as it concerned and it was a subject she
considered deeply important. The waitress came with one big cup of ice cream
and a glass of water, both for Melinda. She started eating right away, trying
to avoid thinking in nothing else than in the different flavors of her sundae.
Amanda just looked at her, worried but still with a smirk on her face.
-
Just tell me again, and let’s see
what I can do for your. Really.
Melinda just looked at her, still eating.
After all, she had called Amanda to tell know her point of view of the matter
and to see if she had some advice, although she didn’t know if advice had
anything to do in this kind of situation. She raised her head and was about to
talk but didn’t know where to begin. She had some water and then started,
almost reciting was had happened days before.
She had met the guy at a party made by one of
her coworkers. It was a birthday. Melinda reminded Amanda that she had invited
to go. Amanda nodded but did not say anything else, in order to let her friend
tell all without interruptions. Melinda kept on, telling that she had some
drinks at the party and eventually ended up meeting Dave, a friend of the guy
they were having the party for.
At first she didn’t really acknowledge his
advances, because he was really been insisting, but after two more glasses of
wine he began to be less annoying. They talked about work, about their favorite
TV shows and the music they loved. When time come to leave the party, that had
died out due to people being mostly drunk, Melinda left with Dave and then had
a great night. They ate hotdogs, strolled through town remembering their past
lovers and, finally, they arrived at her place. Without doubting, she asked
Dave to come in with her.
At this point, Melinda stopped talking and ate
a big scoop of ice cream. Amanda just looked at her, now with what looked like
pity, and waited for her friend to stop eating and keep talking. But Melinda
has a second scoop of desert, as she found it difficult to keep talking.
Finally, after a sip of water, she went on.
She had been drinking too much and yes; they
had sex on her bedroom. It was very strange because she did not have a huge
hangover the day after but, somehow, she didn’t remember anything. She knew she
had had sex with Dave but did not remember anything about it. When she woke up,
thankfully, he was getting dressed up and told her he had to leave because he
had something to do with his family. Half asleep, she said bye and went back to
her pillow.
This time Amanda decided to interrupt. She did
this because she thought that first time was the only one Melinda had met Dave.
She thought the story was about a one-night stand. But Melinda, after finishing
her ice cream, told her friend that they had seen each other once more, about a
week ago.
It was him who called and asked her out on a
date. Having nothing else to do that weekend, she had agreed to see him. Amanda
asked why she had said yes but Melinda went on, remembering how she had dressed
casually for their dinner. It was in a nice restaurant but she had no intention
of dressing up for a guy she barely remembered. Nevertheless, she had to
confess, they had a great time. The man was very charming and had many tales
that were really interesting.
They talked and talked for hours until it was
late and, this time, it was him who asked her to go to his house to have
something to drink and keep talking. She realized she hadn’t really gone out
with anyone for a long time and Dave seemed like a very nice person. He was
interesting and enjoyable and he wasn’t bad looking at all. So she agreed to go
to his house. There, he had a very nice bottle of wine and she had one of the
most funny and interesting conversations she had had in recent memory.
Amanda then interrupted her friend, once more,
to ask what Dave looked like. Melinda told her friend that he was about her
size, so not very tall. He had blue eyes, which was largely uncommon in the
guys she had liked, and he had nice short hair, not styled in stupid fashions
like most men were using it today. That day he had wore very nice clothes, with
a tie and everything. She had left a little guilty not to wear a nice dress.
She asked for a glass of wine and went on with
her story. They had been drinking and talking for several hours until he
planted a kiss on her and she responded by pushing him and kissing him on the
sofa, almost entirely on top of him. This was followed by both of them standing
up, still kissing, and getting into his room. She landed first on the bed and
then he leaned closer. It was very arousing, she confessed. But then it
happened.
She had never been one for touching or grabbing
but that night she had felt especially bold. So she went for it and realized
something was vey particular. She decided not to think about it and then
proceeded to remove her blouse and he took off his shirt. It was very hot and
they kept kissing until she unzipped his pants. It happened all so fast, she
barely remembered everything accurately. The point was she was at home like
thirty minutes later, not even waiting in the apartment for the taxi but
choosing to wait for it in the building’s hall.
Amanda was now smiling in a silly way again.
Melinda hid her face behind her hands and said again what she had told her
friend, almost upon arrival:
-
He had a small penis.
It had the same effect on Amanda, who burst
into laughter and even cried a bit because of her reaction. This time, however,
even Melinda smiled a bit. She knew the situation was silly but she still felt
betrayed, if that was the proper word. Days after, she remembered everything
and she knew she hadn’t responded in the right way but, apparently, Melinda put
too much attention to those details.
Amanda then told her it wasn’t a bad thing,
although her response had been just disastrous. She thought Dave was surely
ashamed and affected by it all afterwards and men took really seriously the attempts
against their manhood. She then proceed to ask how “bad” it was, and she said
it just looked small, like… Amanda didn’t really know what she said, because
she said it under her breath, but it wasn’t important.
- Do
you like him?
- Well…
Yeah, I guess.
- No.
Do you like him? Be sure!
- Yeah,
I do. His really nice.
-
And is his… - Amanda looked around –
size, so important?
Melinda
didn’t answer right away. She didn’t wanted to sound shallow but it was true
that most men she had dated had been well endowed and she know realized maybe
that had been a conscious decision. But before she said anything, Amanda kept
talking.
-
If it is, just call him and
apologize. He doesn’t deserve what you did. And if it really isn’t, apologize
too and try to give yourself a chance. Who know, he may be exactly who you need
in your life.
As it happens, Dave wasn’t the man of her
dreams or nothing of the sort. She went up to his house and apologized in
person. He was glad that she had come. They didn’t discussed anything of what
happened but talked about other subject and realized hey could be very good
friends.
Maybe she was shallow after all or, maybe, sex
was too important for her to be overlooked. Anyway, she promised herself never turn
down anyone because of her personal preferences. It just wasn’t the decent
thing to do.
