In professional wrestling, there's usually a good guy and a bad guy. In politics, there's usually a good guy and a bad guy, though who's who depends on one's perspective. But in love, things aren't so clearly defined.
"So it was nice to meet Masani finally," Jake says, lying in Francine's bed after some pleasant makeup sex.
"I think she liked you. I think you have the Masani seal of approval," Francine says, rolling over onto her back.
"Is that good? It sounds like it's good."
"That's good."
"But do I have the Francine seal of approval?"
"Ha! What do you think?"
"Sometimes I don't know. I was pretty confused after seeing you almost every day for a couple of weeks and then not seeing you at all these past couple of days."
"I'm sorry. I just needed to get some things done. Our schedules don't mesh too well."
"Aargh! Tell me about it! I hate working second shift."
"It's just that things were going so well that I thought something had to be wrong. I guess I've been so used to my relationships failing that I'm a little afraid of success. I guess I'm basically happy as I am and I'm worried about changing that, even for a shot at greater happiness. You know what I mean?"
Jake nods, but has no idea what she's talking about. It must be a female thing, he thinks.
"But change happens whether we want it to or not so we might as well take life up on the good opportunities, huh?" Francine continues.
Jake keeps nodding. He has still no idea what she's talking about.
"I'm sorry I slapped you earlier too," Francine says, rolling over and resting her head on her right elbow, looking at Jake lying sideways leaning on his left elbow next to her.
"That's all right. I probably should have told you before putting my finger there. After you sent me that blog post, I thought you were hinting at something."
"I'm pretty direct, Jake. I don't beat around the bush."
"That's my job, eh?"
Francine pushes him on the chest. He rolls over. They kiss again.
"For the record, I just want you to know, I didn't stick my finger up my own arsehole either. Nor did I tie myself up when I felt like it, or any of the other crazy relaxation techniques that blog recommended. I did find the points about not being repressed to be valuable though. There's been something I haven't told you that I've wanted to tell you for a while now. I love you, Francine."
Francine gets up, grabs her clothes off the floor, and leaves the room.
Jake watches the door close behind her. He lies there and thinks, "That wasn't the response I was expecting."
He decides she just had to go to the bathroom very urgently and waits for her to come back. It must be another female thing, he thinks.
Perhaps misreading signs is a male thing.
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel, which is available in print and as an ebook.
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