What's My Name?

Bullshit Filler Chapter pt. 2

"Remember that time that you came in sick and sneezed on that girl? Oh my god that was so nasty!" I simulated a booger coming out of my nose. He rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue at me. Was this what it was like? To go on a date? To vibe with somebody?

My grandma instantly fell in love with Pimmit, his weird demeanor questioning enough to make her enjoy herself without getting too aggressive. Once Pimmit realized that he had no one to impress and he should just be himself, it was smooth sailing from there.

"So you really do fancy my granddaughter, huh?" She asks while politely summoning a waiter over to ask for the check.

Who the fuck is still out here using words like 'fancy'? My grandma, that's who.

"As much as I've been trying to deny it, I do." He grabs my hand from across the table and strokes it.

I don't ever want to hear those last two words come out of his mouth again. Marriage is like slavery, except occasionally you actually ask for your master to fuck you.

This is intimacy, and I don't want that. I honestly just wanted a dick to ride and a face to suck on. Is that too much to ask?

"...And while I want her to be my forever, I know that I can't tie her down, and limit her from becoming all she can be." He looks at me with what some would call 'love', but all I could see was "What's my name?" all over again.

With all the good things he was saying you would've thought I wrote his words myself.

"Well with this one you never know." The check arrives in the middle of her speech, but Pimmit takes it away. He nods her way and pulls out his card.

Classic white guy tactic. I should've seen it coming.

"Thank you for that, Mr. Pimmit. But before we go, I want you two to be aware that there are many things in your relationship that others won't understand. Hell, I barely understand it, but I rather Victoria tell me the truth and be open about everything than sneaking behind my back." Her face drops and her hands reach out to grab ours. "You are an African American woman coming up in a world where almost anything and everything is tolerated; except your love."

Jesus Christ. Way to get all 1930's on me. When is the next KKK rally? DON'T THINK I FORGOT. YOU'RE ALL IN CAHOOTS.

"You sir, are married. I assume that your family loves and cherishes your wife, and to drop this bombshell on them would be more or less a tragedy. Keep your love to yourselves. As long as you communicate with each other you should be fine."

My grandmother's speech was exactly what I needed to realize that I wasn't listening very well, and Pimmit's hand was big enough to fit around my thigh.

And it was warm. He also seemed to carry a pet snake around with him in his pants.

White people. Amirite?

Almost as silent reminder, his lips brushed up against my ear again.

"Come home with me tonight, and I'll make sure I keep my promise."

Oh Lawd. Jesus take the wheel and throw it out the gotdamn window cause the devil is in the backseat.

"I can't. What about your wife?"

My grandma continues blabbing on about something, and we nod our heads and say 'right' every few seconds to make it look like we're listening. Almost going unnoticed by me, his hand guided mine to his bulge, my face exuding bewilderment.

"Oh."

I can feel him smile against my ear again. "Yeah, 'oh '. That's all for you."

I don't want it. Given a second chance, I don't think I'd be able to ever let him go. The first time was outside, and incognito...but his house? His house was fare ball.

Screaming.

Biting.

Thrusting.

Moaning.

My thoughts reached a whole new level of perverted, the fantasy images in my mind making me delirious. Blue eyes have always frightened me my entire life; the beholder seeming as if they can see directly through all your lies, and can see the depth and destruction your heart holds. But Pimmit's were on another level. They were always playful, the tell-tale smile lines around them showed me something.

They told. They told me that we weren't gonna work out, and the fact that we're even exploring the possibility of any unprofessional relationship was irrational.

"...C'mon Victoria. It was nice to meet you, Rudy." My grandma's words saved me from my thoughts of my impending doom.

We exchange goodbyes, hugs, and numbers. As we all walk out, Pimmit tries to tell me something but he receives a phone call that carried to my ears.

"Hey babe, did you get home yet?"

His wife's voice sounded deeper than I would have imaged, but maybe it was just the phone. As he walked the opposite way, I felt a twinge of pain where my heart was supposed to be. He was doing this to his wife for me! They said vows in unity under God, and now he's giving it up for me, the shitstain with legs, tits and an (ok) ass. And it was at that point I realized that I didn't notice the ring on his finger at all tonight because it wasn't there.

What were we doing?