I Thought We Were Getting Sexy

“...and I grab you by the arm.”

“Okay.”

“Really hard. And I p-”

“Ouch.”

“...and I pull you and you almost trip but I yank you back up and now we’re running.”

“I twist my arm to release your iron grip and as our arms slide further apart and our hands align, I spring open my hand as if to entertain a baby, then bend my fingers as if to operate a sock puppet.”

“I also bend my fingers and our hands clasp.”

“I catch up to you and we frolic gayly into a m-”

“What?”

“Fine, we merrily prance amons-”

“No. We’re running side by side very happily as we approach a thicket of trees.”

“I put a ‘shhhh’ finger to your lips and motion there are ninjas about.”

“I-”

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ninjas.”

“No ninjas. I thought we were getting sexy.”

“Me too.”

“So?”

“Then we started playing a shitty game of AD&D so I just went with it.”

“Fine. We find a stream running through the patch of trees, so we strip off all of our clothes and make a fire.”

“What? That’s worse than ninjas. And I thought it was morning, why are you already having dinner?"

“Then you start it...”

“Hey, I had my fingers bent as if operating a sock puppet, buddy, you had your chance.”