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298. The radiation will kill you

“The radiation will kill you,” I tell her, but she doesn’t listen. She wants out. She’s tired of this life without sun. Without open space. Without joy.

It’s been five hundred and seven days since the event came without warning. Luckily we got underground in time. But we had no time to look back. No final glimpse of Earth as we knew it. That mushroom cloud and the fast approaching nuclear winds would be our last impression of home.

“You really want out, don’t you?”

 

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234. I might love her

“I might love her.”

He blurted it out, unprovoked, unexpectedly.

They had been talking about quantum computing, philosophy, football, politics. In short: everything two friends would talk about after not having seen each other for months. But on the fifth pint, they finally arrived at the subject of girls and the surprising confession.

His friend didn’t even know he had a girlfriend. His love life was not something he often talked about after all. Not because he didn’t have one. But because he didn’t like to arouse wild expectations about what would often be a fling and nothing more. Yet somehow, tonight, he felt compelled to tell his friend he could perhaps love the girl he was currently seeing.

He didn’t know why he chose to utter those four words. He didn’t even realise he felt that way before he expressed the sentiment. It had been a long time since he last told anyone he might be in love, as a matter of fact. A very long time.

His friend patted him on the back and for the next few minutes he told him how they met, that they were colleagues and that nobody in the office had an inkling they were seeing each other. He told him he didn’t really expect this affair to go beyond the one-year-itch that had proved fatal so often in his life. And he told him once more that – despite all that – he might love her.

He might.

He just might.

Or as his friend, the guy he’d known longer than any other person in his life bar his family, proudly, happily, more accurately put it:

“You do.”

 

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215. I saw her naked

“I saw her naked.”

Peter’s jaw dropped firmly to the floor as Alvin cheekily flicked a cherry bubblegum in his mouth.

The two best friends were walking home from playing hooky all day and Peter was surprised that only now, with just five minutes of their day left to discuss it, Alvin dropped the bombshell.

“You saw her boobs? How? When?”

Alvin smiled mysteriously.

“I didn’t just see her boobs.”

“You filthy liar.”

Those were the three words Alvin had been waiting for. He whipped some lace lingerie out of his trouser pocket. Peter fondled the fabric in disbelief and slung his arm around Alvin’s shoulder.

“You are now officially my hero, you know that, right?”

“I got lucky, that’s all. I was practicing my swing with my little brother in the backyard when I hit the ball right on the sweet spot. I mean, I have never, ever hit a ball that good. You should have seen it.”

“Alvin? Less baseball, more boobs.”

“Okey, so I hit the ball and it went over the fence, straight for her house. Straight for her open window.”

“And you climbed up there?”

Alvin nodded.

“Hero!”

“I wasn’t in there for ten seconds or the door flung open and in she walked. Wet from the shower. Naked. Hot! I had to hide, but boy, I could see …”

“Everything?”

“Everything!”

“I’m gonna need descriptions. Detailed descriptions.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m not gonna tell you how she looks.”

“How long have we known each other? Eight years? That’s two thirds of our lives!”

“All I’m gonna say is that my baseball is still up there.”

Peter looked up. The window was open and he could just about hear the shower running.

“Hero,” Peter said, hugging his friend so hard he nearly crushed his ribs.

 

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69. I should warn you, the box is empty

“I should warn you, the box is empty.”

“Not much of a birthday present then.”

“Hey, I asked you what you wanted and you said you didn’t want anything.”

 

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33. I butted in on his date

I butted in on his date, there he had a point. But with a girl this gorgeous, wouldn’t you? Gorgeous eyes, gorgeous figure, gorgeous tits, gorgeous all the way. Besides, she was flirting with me, not the other way around, so there’s a loophole right there.

My friend had been talking her up for over an hour anyway, between pints on a sun-drenched evening. Since she lived up to the potential he had hinted at I saw no point in playing coy. When I see something I like – or someone, wouldn’t want to objectify a woman – I go for it, that simple.

Perhaps I underestimated his desire for sex that night, cause his fist arrived fast and hard when I asked her if she’d rather accompany me than him to the pizzeria round the corner. Perhaps he should have awaited her reply though, since her original  intent was to not come back on a previous promise. Once a witness of my friend’s violent ways of settling a quarrel, she however changed her mind and went for a pizza with me.

The pizza turned out mediocre, as did the sex. I guess there’s a moral in there, I told my mate the next time we had a pint on a sun-drenched evening.

 

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