On the phone with Ms. Irish Fire.
Me: Hey you awake? I’m coming over to get the keys.
Ms. Irish Fire: Ok I’m up!
Get to the house and go up to her room.
Me: Here’s some yogurt…(setting it down on her desk, then realizing a used condom is right next to my hand. She doesn’t notice it’s there.)
Me: Goddamit, Ms. Irish Fire. There’s a used condom. Well, there’s some yogurt. See you in a bit! (leave non-challantly)
Ms. Irish Fire: (as I walk away) Oh Goddamit! I thought I cleaned everything up!
Me: “Closed for season” my ass.
conversation with Ms. Irish Fire during a 3 hour car ride from point a to point b.
1 hour into the drive:
Me: I don’t know what he wants. I mean I do, like all men they just want to get in your pants. But he may want more.
Ms. Irish Fire: Well do you want more?
Me: No. I can’t do that right now. He’s great but I’m not ready for that. And I don’t want to just sleep with him. I can’t do that.
Ms. Irish Fire: Yeah, well. Just go with your gut feeling.
Me: Yeah I will..
1.5 hours into the drive:
Me: I don’t know, maybe something will happen. I guess I have to talk to him and see what’s up.
Ms. Irish Fire: Yeah, ask him what he wants first. It’ll give you an idea of where he is emotionally. You are going to say the same thing no matter what anyway. You aren’t ready for a relationship.
Me: I just don’t want to hurt him, but we’re already in too deep and people will be hurt. But I don’t know, maybe something will happen.
Friend: I thought you said it wouldn’t.
Me: I don’t know!
2 hours into the drive:
Ms. Irish Fire: I’m just in some kind of mood!
Me: Oh my god! Me too! I just want to make out with someone. I mean you’ll be doing that tonight won’t you? Oh dang girl! He be all up in your goody snacks!
Ms. Irish Fire: Naw I won’t be giving him my goody snacks, just making out.
Me: Yeah right…”Closed For Season” my ass. I found a condom on your desk this morning and you said you weren’t having sex!
Ms. Irish Fire: I know! That was hilarious! Goddamn!
Me: Yup! Wasn’t even surprised and I didn’t even skip a beat.
Ms. Irish Fire: I know! We’re at that point in our friendship where it doesn’t even matter anymore! You were so casual! Well I’ll be seeing The Neighbor tonight, and I swear we’ll just be making out! He asked to have sex, and I was like “Nope! You ain’t getting up on my Howdy Doody.”
Me: Howdy doody?! What the fuck? Goddamnit, the shit you come up with.
Me: Damnet, now I’m feeling some kind of way. Goddamit.
Ms. Irish Fire: Yup, now you’ll have him all up on your howdy doody…
Me: Stop calling it that!
Ms. Irish Fire: ALLLL UP in your HOWDY DOODY!
Me: Goddamit. Making out with someone could be nice.
Ms. Irish Fire: Yup, all up in your howdy doody.
Me: Nope, not having sex with him. Maybe just making out, I mean it’s not more than we’ve already done.
2.5 hours into the drive:
Me: Goddamit! Now I’m all feeling some kind of way!
Ms. Irish Fire: Right?! Now we’re both in a mood. Howdy Doody and shit.
Me: Fuck it, why not?
Ms. Irish Fire: I thought you weren’t gonna have sex with him.
Me: Yeah but he’s hot and makes me feel some kind of way. And you have no room to talk!
Ms. Irish Fire: Um no! I told him to back off my howdy doody. Back off my howdy doody! Back off!
Me: Stop calling it that!
2.45 hours into the drive:
Me: Fuck it. I’m having sex with him.
Ms. Irish Fire: Yeah I thought so. Godammit. Howdy doody!!!
5 minutes later:
Ms. Irish Fire: (pointing at a billboard of weird looking sausages, and sounding unsure) That billboard makes me feel some kind of way.
Me: They look like dicks!
Me: Damnet, how old are we?
Ms. Irish Fire: Howdy doody! Howdy doody!
Pulling into the driveway:
Ms. Irish Fire: Notice what happened in a 3 hour span of time. You went from saying no completely, to making out and having some fun, to having sex.
Me: Fuck, you’re so right. Welp, at least I’ll enjoy it.
Get home to find our water is shut off because the water company fucked up our account.
Ms. Irish Fire: Well I need to shower, I’ll probably just go to The Neighbor’s house.
Me: So he’s gonna be all over your howdy doody?
Ms. Irish Fire: No! just making out!
Me: You’ll be naked and in the shower, you really don’t think he’ll be all up on your goody snacks?
Ms. Irish Fire: No I won’t let him!
Me: Yeah, uh huh. Well let me know how that pressure is in that shower….
Me: Yeah, you know the water pressure. Not his. But that’s what you were thinking so that means you’re totally having sex.
Ms. Irish Fire: No I’m not! Why don’t you believe me?!
And now we wait and see.