“I always thought you’d go for the intelligent one”
“You know, when it came to dating, I thought you’d choose the intellectual-type, because, well, you’re the intellectual type. But I understand the fascination with aesthetic beauty, it bewitches us all. I suppose, it’s just that some of us are fixated temporarily whereas others are transfixed for longer.”
“You’re talking like you’re on Frasier again.”
I smile. “So how long has it been?”
“A few months now. Five months to be more specific.”
“Wow, that’s a long time. How come you didn’t tell me earlier?”
He looks down and hesitates.
“You thought I’d judge you.” I say.
“Well, see, that’s what you’re doing right now!”
“Judgement is a good thing. I still maintain that. For some reason, the unfortunate word is associated with negativity but I believe otherwise. Judgement is good. It helps us set parameters for our personal tastes in right or wrong, good or bad, and other such things.”
“Thank you for sharing your opinion, doctor.”
I smile. “Hey, as long as this is what you want, I’m happy for you.”
“I want to say thank you but I know you don’t mean that.”
“You make me out to be some sort of wench. I assure you, sir, I am no wench. I understand that people I am friends with can want and choose different things than me. Put simply – to each his own.”
“See, that really doesn’t sound like you’re happy for me. It just sounds like you think less of me for doing something you would never do. We can’t all be high and mighty like you, Jess, I’m sorry. Some of us are just human and we don’t want to over-think each and every thing. We allow ourselves to feel and follow those feelings.”
“I’m going to go.”