Thursday, December 11, 2008

A Conditional Yes

"Greg wants to know if we want to go to a movie with him and Jill tomorrow," he asks her.

"Sure."

"You don't care what movie?"

She shrugs. He's caught her looking at Greg a few times, not that he minded all that much. He knows she loves him, trusts him. And Greg is attractive, in a strictly objective sense of the word. So he jokes about it.

"It's just so you can be the one to sit next to him in the theater, huh?"

"What?" she says, taken aback. She clearly doesn't realize that he is teasing her. "No, of course not! Why would you say that?"

He laughs and kisses her on the forehead. "Relax. I've seen you stealing glances. He's a good looking guy. I don't mind."

"Really?"

"Let me ask you something. Do you love me?

"Of course. You know that."

"Do you love him?"

"No."

"So what do I care? It's just a natural thing. I'm secure enough in our relationship to trust you. Besides, I have a thing for Jessica Alba. You don't care about that right?"

"Well, no. But that's different. She's unattainable."

"Gee, thanks."

She kisses him on the the cheek this time.

"What was that for?"

"For being the best boyfriend a girl could ask for."

He is still, pondering.

"What are you thinking?" she asks.

"I was thinking that Rachel is pretty hot too. She's more attainable."

She gasps and playfully slaps his shoulder. "She's my best friend!"

"Still hot."

"So should we stop seeing her?"

"No. She's a five. You're a ten. Why would I be thinking of just a pretty picture when I have the Mona Lisa?"

"Thanks, I think."

"Then again, let's say you were in a horrible accident, and we were at the hospital and you needed an emergency transfusion. If both Rachel and I were there and only her blood was a match, and if she said that she was secretly harboring a flame for me, that if I would make mad, passionate love to her in a hospital supply closet, she would do the transfusion, I might have to do it because I love you and I would only pretend to enjoy it."

"Do you think about this a lot?"

"Or then, God forbid, you actually died, and she was there to comfort me in my time of despair, who knows what might happen?"

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