While his reservations may not have been unfounded, Charles' fiancee was convinced he was delusional. In the past week, each day before they went for their routine stroll in the park, he would check the lock on the door about 5 times. And when they got back to the apartment, it was time to do it all over again. He acted as though he were in the CIA or something. Charles was a used record salesman.
Jolene saw in Charles the "Chuck" who was almost never there in public or at the office; Chuck was fun and cute and even a little dirty. But no one but Jolene would probably ever know that. It was a running joke they had; "good night Chuck," and "good morning Charles." It were as though he were leading a separate life outside of his relationship with her--outside of their apartment, outside of their bed.
"Why are you acting so paranoid?" She finally decided to ask him on the ninth day of this little escapade. He of course acted as though she were the crazy one checking the locks, like one of those guys on TV you see with the tin foil caps and all that.
"Paranoia is a state of mind, Jo," he said, "and I am in a pretty beautiful state of mind right now. After all"--and this was where she knew what he was going to say even before he did--"I'm marrying the most beautiful woman in the world."
"You're not so bad yourself," she said, as she gave him what he liked to call a "come hither look."
The thing about Charles that drove Jolene crazy, crazier than anything else on earth, was his eyes. Charles had piercing blue eyes that drove into you like a bulldozer and left you there for dead. As they started unbuttoning one another's respective clothing articles, Jolene stopped.
"No really though, you have been acting pretty weird lately, babe," She could see the frustration on his face, not at her but at the fact that he was definitely not getting laid until he came up with some sort of answer for her.
"Well, Jo..." it seemed as though Charles was trying to think of what to say, but inside, Jolene knew that he was acting paranoid and that there must be some good reason.
"Well, Jo, the thing is, I met a man the other day."
"Go on."
"This man, I swore to Jesus I'd seen him before, but I had no idea where from, and then he sat down next to me when I was eating at Tommy's, right?"
"Mhm."
"And he goes into this story about how we'd met before. And this story I can't even relate
Jolene saw in Charles the "Chuck" who was almost never there in public or at the office; Chuck was fun and cute and even a little dirty. But no one but Jolene would probably ever know that. It was a running joke they had; "good night Chuck," and "good morning Charles." It were as though he were leading a separate life outside of his relationship with her--outside of their apartment, outside of their bed.
"Why are you acting so paranoid?" She finally decided to ask him on the ninth day of this little escapade. He of course acted as though she were the crazy one checking the locks, like one of those guys on TV you see with the tin foil caps and all that.
"Paranoia is a state of mind, Jo," he said, "and I am in a pretty beautiful state of mind right now. After all"--and this was where she knew what he was going to say even before he did--"I'm marrying the most beautiful woman in the world."
"You're not so bad yourself," she said, as she gave him what he liked to call a "come hither look."
The thing about Charles that drove Jolene crazy, crazier than anything else on earth, was his eyes. Charles had piercing blue eyes that drove into you like a bulldozer and left you there for dead. As they started unbuttoning one another's respective clothing articles, Jolene stopped.
"No really though, you have been acting pretty weird lately, babe," She could see the frustration on his face, not at her but at the fact that he was definitely not getting laid until he came up with some sort of answer for her.
"Well, Jo..." it seemed as though Charles was trying to think of what to say, but inside, Jolene knew that he was acting paranoid and that there must be some good reason.
"Well, Jo, the thing is, I met a man the other day."
"Go on."
"This man, I swore to Jesus I'd seen him before, but I had no idea where from, and then he sat down next to me when I was eating at Tommy's, right?"
"Mhm."
"And he goes into this story about how we'd met before. And this story I can't even relate
