A funny thing happened.. pt 2 - Sex Stories

A funny thing happened.. pt 2

... have an agenda, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's on it. And that's cool. It's nice to tell a woman you're interested in sleeping with that she's attractive. Part of the process, right? Guys like saying it, and we like hearing it. But there was something in Sim's tone. It was like he had none of the standard expectations; like it was a fact he needed to discuss with me. Anyway, he asked the question, so I answered it. "Ok, so I'm beautiful, I guess. I mean, you're not the first person who's said it to me. I'm sorry if that sounds stuck up or conceited, but I mean...it's not like its any great accomplishment, you know? I didn't do anything for it, and even if I am...beautiful"—it sounded really weird saying it out loud—"I mean I won't be forever, right? So does it matter, I mean as far as being my friend or being comfortable with me goes? Cause I have to say I'm gonna be pissed if we can't be friends because how I look, right? I mean if I were...I don't know, ugly, would you not want to be friends with me?" He looked at me quizzically for a second then he laughed out loud: a short sharp bark, which made Buzz, the spot-op, turn away from whatever the basketball discussion had become and say: "Dude..." "Gin, you are an excellent woman, and your price is above rubies, and you are absolutely right, and I never thought about it that way before. What kind of contemptible asshole won't be friends with a person because of how he or she looks? Well, me, apparently." ...

... That sounded like progress. "So turn over a new leaf, lean against the nice cold wooden railing and answer my question." "What question?" "The one about the...oh shit, I forgot what...um...this stuff sneaks up on a girl...girl, um...girlfriend! Right, that's it. Does your girlfriend or wife or whatever have a problem when you have to get cozy with the co-stars?" "Oh, that question; um...no: no wife, no girlfriend, no boyfriend either for that matter." "I didn't...are you gay? "No, but we're doing a musical; thought I'd cover all the bases. How about you? Do you have a guy in your life?" "Not just now, but look: how do you...I mean, I don't want to be personal, but do you...like...not do relationships or something." He looked directly into my eyes for a moment: "Have you been talking to Jack?" "Umm..." Busted. He smiled a little sadly: "He told you about the whole Holly Parsegian thing, didn't he?" When I just stood there looking guilty, he continued. "It's ok; it's not a big deal, although I've always suspected our resident Brooks Brother of concocting grand psychological theories about it." I'd seen Jack arrive earlier: grey Harris Tweed sports jacket, black slacks, black shirt, pink-on-pink paisley tie. "He does look good in clothes, doesn't he?" "Yes he does, damn him." Then: "Look, the Holly thing was complicated, and yes I do relationships, although, truth be told, I haven't done that many of them. I'd actually just sort of ended, or was ended by, a lady I'd been seeing on ...