Isn’t it Just like a Woman?

Isn’t it just like a woman?

They drank fruity blender drinks, the jets whirred, bubbling furiously.

“Isn’t it cool how we can drink while we’re in the jacuzzi?” she asked.

He nodded. “These go down like water,” he said, thinking, I wish she would.

“Plus, the sky’s the limit. We don’t have to drive.” She was so eager, like their neighbors’ Labrador back in Cooperstown.

He looked at his hand holding the yellowish-orange beverage. “We’ve been in here so long my skin is wrinkling.” He stuck his nose into his drink to rid himself of the noxious fumes from the jacuzzi.

“Your skin is wrinkled whether we’re in the jacuzzi or not.”

“Ha ha, you should talk. Your nose looks like the Pink Panther.”

They laughed. Kissed. Laughed some more. The intensity of the Miami sun swallowed them.  He collapsed against the side of the tub, watching surfers ride waves, joggers on the beach. I’m gonna get plowed, he thought. The water felt so restorative, he felt like Gumbi. Ah, this is the life.

She said, “When’s the last time you saw Luanne?”

He turned, threw her a look. “You really wanna get into this now?” He stepped out of the tub, sat on the side. Couldn’t look at her.

“I’m just asking,” she shrugged, throwing back the rest of her mango margarita.

6 thoughts on “Isn’t it Just like a Woman?

  1. tomfroehlich

    Nice surprise at the end. But that’s one of the things you are good at. Margs are not yellow-orange though. More yellow green. Unless it’s a mango marg. I should know. Its the California state drink. Yes, we have a state drink! LOL.

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  2. Shari

    Oh yes, I agree with Mom above…she might be just like a woman who is needing to know, but he is just like a man in his assumptions about the question at the end, as well as his inability to let whatever “it” is between he and Luanne (love that name, you have a way with choosing the best names!) go. Avoidance at its finest. Well done, another provocative piece with the twist at the end.

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  3. Don

    Damn, I wanna be in a jacuzzi sipping margaritas right about now! Argument or not, I would rather be there than in January “thaw” at 25 degrees! I like how they skirt the issue here. Add alcohol and vacation into the mix and show us how our pasts cannot ever leave us behind (or vice versa maybe?)

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