This is an ongoing Autobiographical Quasi-Fictional account of Stuck’s alleged attempt to change his personality
After dinner, the three of us decided to head downtown for some beers. Casey doesn’t normally like going to the Saucer when she’s off, but Lenny and I assured her we’d keep her from working. Besides, it was Monday night, and we figured it’d be slow.Walking in, we saw immediately that our assumption was correct. …
“So was she good?” Casey asked, in a restaurant full of people. “In bed, I mean.”Lenny’s jaw dropped, but mine stayed put. I was too busy analyzing the inflection in her voice to be disturbed by Casey’s direct question. I think there was a hint of jealousy in it. I looked her in the eyes …
I stared at the phone, wondering what to say when I answered it. If there was a bottom point to the level of readiness for a phone call, I was sitting on it. It had only been two nights since I’d seen her, but it felt like a lifetime had happened in between then and …
Diane had a lunch meeting that she couldn’t back out of, so we slid out of bed and parted company by ten o’clock in the morning. I decided to go home, instead of work, and take a nap. The previous night had left me pretty exhausted, mentally as well as physically. Several hours later, right …
I woke to the sensation of Diane’s head resting on my chest. The smell of her shampoo mixed with sweat and sex, I have to say it was one of the best fragrances I’ve ever experienced. They should make some aromatherapy oil or something with this scent. Women have given me strange looks when I …
It was six o’clock before I knew it. Mary hadn’t called me back which, to my surprise, bothered me a little. Maybe she hadn’t had as much fun as I had. Casey, however, had called me almost as soon as I was back from lunch, and she wanted all the details. It had taken me …
Sunday morning, at 10:59, I woke up a few seconds before my alarm started going off. While this is really neat, I hate when it happens. I’m a firm believer in the theory that my body could’ve used those extra seconds of sleep. I rolled over and picked up my phone from the nightstand, checking …
Mary and I left the Tub and grabbed dinner at a nearby Chinese restaurant. The food was almost as good as the conversation, but not quite, so we did more talking than eating. It was getting close to midnight when we stood up to leave. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not quite ready …
Around four o’clock, the three of us had finished unloading the last of Diane’s stuff, and I was pretty exhausted. We sat around for about twenty minutes joking and relaxing, but it was obvious that all of us were considering the idea of a nap. I bid my farewells, promised Diane I’d call her about …
I woke up Saturday morning thinking about how I’d written off Susan. She was adorable, yes, but I could see how that would become annoying over a short span of time. There was also the matter of her intelligence. There was more than the matter of her placing Victor Hugo in the wrong century. After …