by Phil Fragasso
GENRE: Chick-lit, bittersweet romance
Adam Donatello and Nina Morales share an immediate and powerful attraction, and their future together seems assured. But love is difficult enough without adding complications – real or imagined – to the mix. Nina sees life as a thousand shades of gray, while Adam tends towards black-and-white. He wants to move fast; she needs time. Nina sees her past liaisons with women as immaterial to their relationship, while her disclosure drives Adam to a state of irrational jealousy. He doesn't know how he could compete with a woman; and his suspicions – which Nina views as hypocritical – lead them both to make decisions they may live to regret.
Nina sipped her chai and looked around the room. “There are fewer assholes here than most Starbucks.”
I took a quick glance around the room and shrugged. It looked to me like the usual assortment of Cambridgians replete with self-conscious undergrads, millennial professionals, aging hippies, autistic-spectrum bohemians, and a sprinkling of the genuinely homeless. Nina seemed to be waiting for a more explicit sign of agreement so I nodded and smiled.
“You know what I mean?” asked Nina. “Maybe because it’s late and the regulars have gone home to sip their decaf Keurigs, work out on their Concept2 rowers, and watch PBS while scanning porn on their iPads.”
This chick wasn’t just the queen of non sequiturs, she was the queen of non sequitur stereotypes.
“Sounds like you’ve given this a lot of thought,” I said.
“I give everything a lot of thought. Thought—and I mean real thought, not the vapid musings of cable television and political hacks—is the one thing that separates humans from the rest of the animal kingdom. And if that sounds a little self-congratulatory, I’m okay with it.”
“Do I detect a certain bitterness?” I asked. “Perhaps a fiendishly misanthropic streak?”
One of the best things about being an English teacher is that I have a world-class vocabulary. The average college-educated American can recognize and understand about twenty thousand words. In all humility, my personal vocabulary approaches that of the great Bard himself, some thirty thousand words. And there was no restraining me with the raven-haired beauty in front of me. So I continued.
“Am I indeed being graced with the presence of a comely curmudgeon? A cynical soul of sardonic sassiness? A jaded jewel?”
Nina sipped her chai, carefully placed the cup on the table between us, and patted her lips dry with slow and deliberate precision. “And might I be in the presumed presence of an alliterative asshole, a punctilious prick, a swaggering simpleton, or all of the above?”
“Well played,” I said. “Perhaps I misjudged you. Maybe you’re simply a spunky savant.”
“Spoken like a true equivocating egotistical egalitarian,” she said.
“Is there even such a thing?” I asked.
“There is now.”
She had me at hello, but “equivocating egotistical egalitarian” sealed the deal. I was smitten.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Phil Fragasso sold his first article at the age of 16. Since then he has written and published a wide variety of books, articles and essays. After many years as a corporate marketer, he left to pursue endeavors that were more fulfilling personally and more contributory on a societal level. Today he focuses his time on writing and teaching.
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