Far be it for me, I said, Not being a “boots on the ground” type of guy, you know?
She laughed. Burped a little merlot out of the side of her mouth.
One of us had been recently divorced and the other recently separated. Neither of us sure which was which or who was who. I like boots, one us said injecting a little more irony into the discussion, probably me.
Oh really? She replied so it must have been me. Really, I said, But for all the advances isn’t it ironic that technology can disconnect suggesting the idea that Life Is One Non Sequitur After Another?
She giggled. Put her fist to her mouth suppressing the first of several hiccups. Pancakes! she declaimed.
One of us was getting aroused. Not sure who. Ok, it was me.