You remember the young man I spoke of lustfully oh-so-recently? Yes, that’s the one, shivers down the spine, desert mouth, dickhead speech… I made a total prat of myself in front of him today. Though I think, after all, I’d have preferred it if he’d just made fun of me and laughed at the time. The gist of the story is this; I did something silly and small-but-irritating to my computer and, at the suggestion of another, asked his assistance. Being all male and stuff he was happy to oblige. And it was such a small, silly, lame little thing that I’m not going to share it with you, I’m too embarrassed. It’s also not the first time he’s rescued me from minor and pathetic computer problems. Sufficed to say, he fixed it in a nanosecond, gave the briefest of headshakes and funny looks, and walked away as I exclaimed, ‘I am idiot’. His body language agreed. The other two people in the room half-heartedly giggled at me, being friends they were more than ready to laugh at anything, and continued what they were doing. Then she, shit-stirrer, encourager of begging help called out to him, and I may be paraphrasing a little, ‘So good-looking and intelligent then?’
Without so much as thinking about a pause,
Three seconds later there cackled a trio of aging crones.