Curl By The Fire

Ice-cream, Movies and My BFF

Thank god for miracles. Especially those called best friends with their own ice-cream machine.

We gorged ourselves on chocolate chip ice-cream and lukewarm milk, which was kinda the best remedy to a broken heart. She listened as I explained what I thought was a pretty good defence for staying at home and watching old romedies.

Then, she launched a pretty good offence and told me that she and the gang would be there to protect me from the host of my nightmares. I told them I didn't want that- to be the damsel in distress, but that I was just too scared to face all those successful stories with my sorry excuse of an autobiography.

"But, your story is going to be the most exciting of the lot. I mean, you look loads better than high school Mia and you are very successful at living life. You travel, your job is ultra-cool and leaves you with a sizable income, you have a great love life- by which I mean you are single and ready to mingle, and did I mention, you are going to be the most beautiful and desirable woman in that party?", Flo finished with a ragged breath.

I giggled, "That's a sizable list of pros you've got there, wifey."

She scowled, "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? People, especially my husband's family, think I might be either bi or a lesbian. And I'm a pregnant woman, darling."

I stared at her, "What the hell does that mean? You are the one who called me attractive."

She slapped her forehead with her palm, "I did it to prove a point. Besides, all your exes are extremely good-looking, leading to the proof that you are too. Also, you are a young professor at Oxford. That is a very attractive thing for men. You know, teachers and romance.....it just clicks."

I grimaced, "In that dirty mind of yours. At no time in my life has my profession been connected to my love life. I think that you've been spending way too much time in bed, my friend."

"Oh my god, that is sooo dirty....So much more than my mind, man."

"I didn't mean it that way. Like you have been resting too much and the hormonal activity is high, that's what I implied. I'm not that dirty."

We sat in silence for a while we contemplated the depth of our minds' dirtiness.

"But you're way weirder."

Damn my being too unique.

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