“Hello Monkey! Hello Stink!” Roo said as he walked into the apartment.
“You will not believe what happened in yoga today,” I said, calling out from the kitchen.
Roo dropped his messenger bag on the floor and took off his shoes, “What happened?”
“There was a girl,” I paused, “moaning.”
Roo laughed, “Sounds hot.”
“No! No it was terrible.” I said, ripping the outer artichoke leaves off in frustration. ”It was like I was trapped in a porno movie.”
“It couldn’t have been that bad.”
“It was!” I said, dipping another artichoke into the acidulated water. I removed it and gave it a good shake. “It was so distracting,” I continued, grabbing and ripping the leaves off. “Shit!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I stabbed myself with a thorn.”
Roo came into the kitchen and gently took my hand into his. He looked down at the tip of my ring finger and then back up at me. “You’ll live.”
“I know. I’m just…” I said, taking back my hand, “I couldn’t relax.”
“Maybe you just misheard her.”
“How can I mishear -” I started, then proceeded to moan as I heard in class.
“Like I said, sounds hot.”
“You cannot be serious.”
“Since when did you get all uptight about yoga? Isn’t it about being connected with your true self or something?”
“Perhaps. But my true self isn’t someone who listens to a porn track for 90 minutes.”
