Value

“I want to buy you a gift” he said “What do you want?”

the question caught her by surprise. she thought she had already shown him what she wanted throughout that strange, dreamlike morning spent at his apartment. she thought her wish had been stated quite eloquently, not only through speech, but also through fingers, mouth, and body. she had not even spared her love handles and tiny stretchmarks on rather full hips that she usually kept hidden under darkness induced by heavy curtains and multiple bed sheets.

“Shall I buy you a laptop?” he said. “I saw some cute ones yesterday.”

she thought of the square and dark laptop, not unlike his body, laid in front of her in her queen size bed, in the middle of the books and the unpaid bills. she could definitely use a new laptop. she could take it with her to the coffee shop and flirt away with her cyber boyfriends while thinking fondly of him. she could surf porn all night long without having to cede “the throne” to her web crazy family. she could probably finish that novel which was still in its first twenty pages, even after five years.

“What am I thinking?” he said “I am sure you’d rather have a Chanel bag”

she imagined him in the high end department store, amidst all those linked C’s and predator sale assistants salivating at the thought of swiping his Black American Express, while trying not to think about being washed out models at 40+ and still working at the parfume counter. he’d probably ask them about the right style for a young lady and they’d answer, smiling through their teeth and  dripping envy for the 20 sth year old who was taking a man so age and economically appropriate for them. and then herself toting around a Chanel bag, resting it on the subway floor or inadvertently stepping on it every three minutes.

“Come on” he said, his voice almost pleading “I want to do this for you. Just tell me what you like.”

she thought about asking for diamonds, hundreds of thousands of diamonds, dripping through her hair, caressing her neck, piercing her navel and enslaving her wrists and ankles. their glitter would be her refuge and her support. she’d finally give forth the light she always dreamed about, its artificial rays as good as real ones. she could play with them, feel their little prickles against her skin almost as good as the feel of his touches.

“I have to express my gratitude in some way.” he said “Perhaps I could help you with your school expenses. How about that?”

he certainly could do that too. she thought about all her dreams buried under the aforementioned bills on her bed, and the ease with which she would dig them out. she’d finally get a chance to crack her future door open and be on the par with her excelling friends who had achieved everything. not even her pride would suffer because she’d already given without expecting anything back. 

she kissed his cheek and his fingertips and then got out of the car and into common life again. offers were always good mind fodder, acceptance a very smart business decision. but it was not business decisions she was looking for, right? right?

31 thoughts on “Value

  1. Well, she kept the memory of not making a choise that is quite a heart warming memory after all.

    Besides, real offers come again without the alternatives of multiple choices just
    f) all of the above and more.
    🙂

  2. baby, baby, baby…

    I just love how women are so insecure… It’s not about your poetry, is that I don’t understand, or can’t really appreciate poetry in general.

  3. “I want to buy you a gift” he said “What do you want?”

    This kills after having “thought she had already shown him what she wanted throughout that strange, dreamlike morning spent at his apartment. she thought her wish had been stated quite eloquently, not only through speech, but also through fingers, mouth, and body. she had not even spared her love handles and tiny stretchmarks on rather full hips that she usually kept hidden under darkness induced by heavy curtains and multiple bed sheets.”

    Robust flavors honey! One just needs a nose to savor it.

  4. Oh yeah, smth else I thought of…

    I am ready to bet big money that there is a much higher percentage of Albanian-Americans compared to the rest of the Americans who know of the existence of this forbiden apple, called “AmEx Black”… Word has it that you can charge a Boeing 747 on those things, if you wish…

    /I climbed my way to gold, couldn’t afford the platinum

  5. Talking about the novel your heroine is writing, maybe Stewie Griffin can help…

    ===

    hey, you should send me your msn, I am tired of bugging you here…

  6. “AmEx Black” owner is desturbed of her spontaneity and wants to get the girl to his material part as well. She needs everything and nothing…

  7. keeping solid level of writing quality is harder than getting there.

    Bravo, Blete! keep it up!

    And yes, on the last thought, that laptop is not at all a bad idea….😉 😛

  8. aj aj aj..too many things to choose from..:D

    ..but the feeling of walking away from it all and saving your pride…priceless..

  9. but it was not business decisions she was looking for, right? right?
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    Risking to repeat myself time and again: Loved it!

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    Cash is the answer to almost all questions in life.

  10. Girls, you are right as rain. max if you were stupid, you’d have three oscars and four celebrity rehab stints by now. akull, you’d be ice-ice baby.😉
    the idea was that the girl thought the question was moot since she had expressed her wish and they did not include things. she indulged in the materialistic fantasy yes, but she was looking for more which in a way was not forthcoming. she was also a bit unclear as to how one was supposed to go about drawing closer. were expensive gift part of the process? or was he trying to put a price on things in order to avoid their pricelessness and eternal indebtness?
    and, if he was going to buy her something he would have done so already. asking just prompted her to say no (because her mama had brought her up to be a lady. big mistake!)

  11. Loved the last sentence. May I quote?
    “if he was going to buy her something he would have done so already. asking just prompted her to say no (because her mama had brought her up to be a lady. big mistake!)”

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