I stroke his hair and he pushes himself up, lays on his side next to me, propping himself up on his elbow. He caresses my shoulder and kisses me softly, smiling as I break the kiss.
“You didn’t really mean it”
“I did, and to prove it to you I’ll repeat it over and over and over, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you”
“Stop it now” I shush him placing my index finger on his lips and I seat on the bed, I need to try to find the right words “You don’t love me, you love the memory of me, the way we used to be”
He gently rests his head on my belly stroking my knee “Sorry to disappoint you madam but that isn’t gonna happen.” He turns his head towards me with a wicked smile “I hated you. No matter what you think, you are not a funny person. I mean you were a giant bore. You treated my like I was you personal page. Let’s go here, let’s do that, you don’t really wanna wear that, could carry this for me, so on and so forth. At the very beginning your English was so bad I did not even get half the things you told me. And besides, do you remember the time you made me listen to your presentation on Virginia Woolf, the one you had to give in front of the entire class? Well, between a stream of consciousness and a character analysis, I felt so depressed I wanted to jump out of the window. That is the very night I started assuming drugs. Yes, it is your entire fault! So don’t tell me I love the memory of you. I am not that fucked up. I love the new you though. Very much indeed.”
“You loved me!” and I tickle him
“Hands off me! No I didn’t” and laughs
“Take it back!”
“I can do better than that! Stay right there and close your eyes.”
I sigh and do as I’m told, after few minutes he asks me to open them and I see him, sitting on the bed holding a guitar.
“Well, my fair lady, when I wrote this song I was actually looking at a picture of Angelina Jolie. But she chose Brad over me, go figure!”
I throw a pillow at him.
“To tell you the truth, I wrote so many love songs over the years, and I was just hoping something beautiful would eventually come my way. It is standing right in front of me now. And this is for you”
I look at him speechless, I’m not good at romantic stuff, I wish I could say something back, and he starts singing ‘Heaven from Here’.
‘Well it all seems out of reach
“You didn’t really mean it”
“I did, and to prove it to you I’ll repeat it over and over and over, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you”
“Stop it now” I shush him placing my index finger on his lips and I seat on the bed, I need to try to find the right words “You don’t love me, you love the memory of me, the way we used to be”
He gently rests his head on my belly stroking my knee “Sorry to disappoint you madam but that isn’t gonna happen.” He turns his head towards me with a wicked smile “I hated you. No matter what you think, you are not a funny person. I mean you were a giant bore. You treated my like I was you personal page. Let’s go here, let’s do that, you don’t really wanna wear that, could carry this for me, so on and so forth. At the very beginning your English was so bad I did not even get half the things you told me. And besides, do you remember the time you made me listen to your presentation on Virginia Woolf, the one you had to give in front of the entire class? Well, between a stream of consciousness and a character analysis, I felt so depressed I wanted to jump out of the window. That is the very night I started assuming drugs. Yes, it is your entire fault! So don’t tell me I love the memory of you. I am not that fucked up. I love the new you though. Very much indeed.”
“You loved me!” and I tickle him
“Hands off me! No I didn’t” and laughs
“Take it back!”
“I can do better than that! Stay right there and close your eyes.”
I sigh and do as I’m told, after few minutes he asks me to open them and I see him, sitting on the bed holding a guitar.
“Well, my fair lady, when I wrote this song I was actually looking at a picture of Angelina Jolie. But she chose Brad over me, go figure!”
I throw a pillow at him.
“To tell you the truth, I wrote so many love songs over the years, and I was just hoping something beautiful would eventually come my way. It is standing right in front of me now. And this is for you”
I look at him speechless, I’m not good at romantic stuff, I wish I could say something back, and he starts singing ‘Heaven from Here’.
‘Well it all seems out of reach
I will take the blame if it keeps the peace
My shelf life’s short
Wish they’d make it more easy to follow
And I’ve been caught with nothing but
Love on my mind
we are love don’t let it fall on deaf ears
Now it’s clear we have seen heaven from here.’
I have no words but I really feel like crying now, *must not cry* so I break the spell “You are so sweet I need to take a blood test. I fear I might have diabetes”
He puts the guitar aside and kisses me playfully “You are not scaring me away. I don’t care about what you do or say. Mrs. Karma Killer, I’m here to stay. Or even better, I’m here to ask you to move in with me. Come to L.A. We could be happy there, no tabloids. There are excellent schools and I’m sure Antigone would love to be in a place where the sun shines all year long.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Come with me”
“I can’t, Antigone and Howard are in England. I cannot separate them. And what about my job?”
“I’ll double whatever they pay you”
“Do I look like a prostitute to you?”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it”
“I can’t”
He looks into my eyes “I’ll move back to England then”
“You would do that?”
“If you don’t stop being so surprise every time I say something extremely romantic or chick-flick movie like, I’m going to take offence”
“It’s just unexpected”
“But good”
“Good”.
We cuddle in bed and I fall asleep for a little while. When I wake up he’s gone.
I put something on and I find him in front of the TV watching a football match.
“Who’s playing?”
He doesn’t look at me, way too taken by the game “Port Vale and Tottenham”
“Hu! Cool, is it the world cup?”
Still staring at the screen “That was last year, and you need to have national teams, national anthems and larger stadiums for that. For god’s sake you’re world champion!”
“Really, am I? So what is it?”
“No talking during football”
I seat really close to him and try to hug him but he tries to playfully push me away “No chick stuff either.”
“Right, could you please tell me who am I supposed to support?”
“White jersey”
“Who’s that one?”
“What about going out and swim? It’s still nice and warm. It’s injury time. Can you be quiet somewhere else for 5 minutes?”
“No, I want to stay here right by you, close to you, really close to you” and I hug him even tighter but he jumps screaming obscenities to the referee.
“What did the poor man do to deserve your fury?
“Are you blind? That was offside! Don’t look at me like that! … you have no clue what I’m talking about, have you?”
“Nope. Offside does not ring a bell; judging from your reaction must be an infectious disease”
“Women! It’s a simple rule, a player cannot gain an advantage by waiting for the ball near the opposing goal with only the goalkeeper between him and the goal, the goalkeeper being the last defender of course”
“In English?”
He rolls his eyes. “Picture this my sweet shopaholic friend: You're in a shoe shop, second in the queue for the till. Behind the shop assistant on the till is a pair of shoes which you have seen and which you must have. The shopper in front of you has seen them also and is eyeing them with desire. Both of you have forgotten your purses. It would be totally rude to push in front of the first woman if you had no money to pay for the shoes. The shop assistant remains at the till waiting. In the meantime Dawn is trying on another pair of shoes at the back of the shop and sees your dilemma. She prepares to throw her purse to you.” “She would definitely do it for me”. “That’s not the point, focus - If she does so, you can catch the purse, then walk round the other shopper and buy the shoes. At a pinch she could throw the purse ahead of the other shopper and - while it is in flight - you could nip around the other shopper, catch the purse and buy the shoes. Always remembering that until the purse has - actually been thrown - it would be plain wrong to be forward of the other shopper. There you go honey. Professor Williams has once again spread the football verb among the pagans.”*
“I’ll take your word for that. Who’s that one?” I stand up and go in front of the screen and point at one of the players.
“Get out! You’re not sea-through!”
“WHO is he?”
“The enemy, Tainio”
“He’s cute and has a strong, male name ‘Tainio’ can you imagine what he must be in bed? Hi, ‘I’m Tainio’” I say with a very deep tone.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I like him and I guess I just found myself a football team, go Tottenham!”
“That’s not the way it goes”
“Who says?”
“Everyone. This is not a game. It’s serious stuff! You don’t pick a team because there are cute players in it”“I’m an aesthete” “Still not see-through”
“May I remind you we came here to spend time together. Together as in you and me? How can we do it if you stay there like a mummy wearing a bikini? – Ops! That would be you few hours ago! How come tanning is no good and football is? Why are 22 men running around in boxers so important?” I’m standing in front of the screen, arms spread so he can only see few patches of the green field but no real action.
“Enough” stands up and moves towards me “You’re in for a world of pain!” and stars tickling me I try to get away but he’s too strong. He pushes me on the floor “No messing around with football. I’m gonna give you a lesson you won’t forget”
“Robbie I’m going to piss my pants, stop it now” I manage to crawl few centimeters but he’s over me again.
“Excuse me” and we turn towards the butler who’s at the door “Dinner is served”
“Did you hear? Dinner is served, I call for a truce”“Just because you were losing”
“I’m a world champion, I wan already. Eat my socks!”
I have no words but I really feel like crying now, *must not cry* so I break the spell “You are so sweet I need to take a blood test. I fear I might have diabetes”
He puts the guitar aside and kisses me playfully “You are not scaring me away. I don’t care about what you do or say. Mrs. Karma Killer, I’m here to stay. Or even better, I’m here to ask you to move in with me. Come to L.A. We could be happy there, no tabloids. There are excellent schools and I’m sure Antigone would love to be in a place where the sun shines all year long.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Come with me”
“I can’t, Antigone and Howard are in England. I cannot separate them. And what about my job?”
“I’ll double whatever they pay you”
“Do I look like a prostitute to you?”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it”
“I can’t”
He looks into my eyes “I’ll move back to England then”
“You would do that?”
“If you don’t stop being so surprise every time I say something extremely romantic or chick-flick movie like, I’m going to take offence”
“It’s just unexpected”
“But good”
“Good”.
We cuddle in bed and I fall asleep for a little while. When I wake up he’s gone.
I put something on and I find him in front of the TV watching a football match.
“Who’s playing?”
He doesn’t look at me, way too taken by the game “Port Vale and Tottenham”
“Hu! Cool, is it the world cup?”
Still staring at the screen “That was last year, and you need to have national teams, national anthems and larger stadiums for that. For god’s sake you’re world champion!”
“Really, am I? So what is it?”
“No talking during football”
I seat really close to him and try to hug him but he tries to playfully push me away “No chick stuff either.”
“Right, could you please tell me who am I supposed to support?”
“White jersey”
“Who’s that one?”
“What about going out and swim? It’s still nice and warm. It’s injury time. Can you be quiet somewhere else for 5 minutes?”
“No, I want to stay here right by you, close to you, really close to you” and I hug him even tighter but he jumps screaming obscenities to the referee.
“What did the poor man do to deserve your fury?
“Are you blind? That was offside! Don’t look at me like that! … you have no clue what I’m talking about, have you?”
“Nope. Offside does not ring a bell; judging from your reaction must be an infectious disease”
“Women! It’s a simple rule, a player cannot gain an advantage by waiting for the ball near the opposing goal with only the goalkeeper between him and the goal, the goalkeeper being the last defender of course”
“In English?”
He rolls his eyes. “Picture this my sweet shopaholic friend: You're in a shoe shop, second in the queue for the till. Behind the shop assistant on the till is a pair of shoes which you have seen and which you must have. The shopper in front of you has seen them also and is eyeing them with desire. Both of you have forgotten your purses. It would be totally rude to push in front of the first woman if you had no money to pay for the shoes. The shop assistant remains at the till waiting. In the meantime Dawn is trying on another pair of shoes at the back of the shop and sees your dilemma. She prepares to throw her purse to you.” “She would definitely do it for me”. “That’s not the point, focus - If she does so, you can catch the purse, then walk round the other shopper and buy the shoes. At a pinch she could throw the purse ahead of the other shopper and - while it is in flight - you could nip around the other shopper, catch the purse and buy the shoes. Always remembering that until the purse has - actually been thrown - it would be plain wrong to be forward of the other shopper. There you go honey. Professor Williams has once again spread the football verb among the pagans.”*
“I’ll take your word for that. Who’s that one?” I stand up and go in front of the screen and point at one of the players.
“Get out! You’re not sea-through!”
“WHO is he?”
“The enemy, Tainio”
“He’s cute and has a strong, male name ‘Tainio’ can you imagine what he must be in bed? Hi, ‘I’m Tainio’” I say with a very deep tone.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I like him and I guess I just found myself a football team, go Tottenham!”
“That’s not the way it goes”
“Who says?”
“Everyone. This is not a game. It’s serious stuff! You don’t pick a team because there are cute players in it”“I’m an aesthete” “Still not see-through”
“May I remind you we came here to spend time together. Together as in you and me? How can we do it if you stay there like a mummy wearing a bikini? – Ops! That would be you few hours ago! How come tanning is no good and football is? Why are 22 men running around in boxers so important?” I’m standing in front of the screen, arms spread so he can only see few patches of the green field but no real action.
“Enough” stands up and moves towards me “You’re in for a world of pain!” and stars tickling me I try to get away but he’s too strong. He pushes me on the floor “No messing around with football. I’m gonna give you a lesson you won’t forget”
“Robbie I’m going to piss my pants, stop it now” I manage to crawl few centimeters but he’s over me again.
“Excuse me” and we turn towards the butler who’s at the door “Dinner is served”
“Did you hear? Dinner is served, I call for a truce”“Just because you were losing”
“I’m a world champion, I wan already. Eat my socks!”
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