Page 39 of Dirty

“You just don’t seem like the type.”

She was right, I didn’t. The minute someone started trying to bullshit me, or treat me poorly, I cast them aside. It was another one of my many strengths.

Or defects. Depending how one wanted to view it.

“I’ve got a pretty low tolerance for putting up with bullshit,” I said. “And then, I have an issue with telling people what I think. I always just say exactly what I’m thinking. I don’t pull any punches.”

“No filter,” she said. “You don’t have a filter.”

“If I do, it’s a really little one.”

“I keep everything inside. It makes me sick. Like, it makes my stomach sick.”

“If you don’t like it, change it,” I said.

“It’s not that easy. I hate conflict. Fighting. Arguing. It’s weird. I hate being in an argument, even a little one. But, when it comes to sex…”

She wagged her eyebrows.

“What?”

She leaned forward, looked in each direction, and then met my curious gaze.

“I like being pushed around,” she whispered.

“Just during sex?”

She nodded.

I laughed. “Who doesn’t? There’s two types of girls. Girls who like it rough, and girls who don’t. The girls who don’t haven’t been with the right guy yet.”

“That’s funny. Sheri used to say I was weird.”

“Who’s Sheri?”

“The girl you replaced at work.”

“She’s an idiot. She probably didn’t show up because some guy finally pulled her hair just right, and she didn’t want it to stop.”

“I doubt that. She was kind of uptight.”

“Most girls who aren’t sexually satisfied are uptight. Seriously. Have you ever met a girl who’s getting it – and getting it good – that’s in a bad mood?”

She grabbed her beer, leaned back, and looked beyond me. After a moment, she shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay. Have you ever met a girl who’s madly in love – and getting laid on a daily basis –that’s a total bitch?”

She chuckled. “No.”

I grinned as if I’d made my point clear. “Good sex cures a bad mood.”

“So why are you so happy if you don’t have a boyfriend? Do you have a fuck buddy?”

The thought of it sickened me. “I couldn’t do that. No, I’m on a dry spell.”

“Seeing somebody?”

“Not really. Kind of. I don’t know.”