It seems to be a theme.
If only I had.
I won't go into how David refused to get me a glass of water (there's nothing worse than feeling ill and feeling like no one believes you). I won't go into the negotiations over how Mary Anne would get home if we left early.
The first half of the reading (yes, we stayed) was
fine, if a bit unrehearsed in parts. But the second...
See, most
erotica anthologies have taboos that you can't write about. Not this one.
No, the first story we heard from this anthology involved a man having sex
with two dolphins. In his world, the dolphins were emotionally involved
(whereas the sex he's had with other animals was just sex). Disgusting.
I'm sorry, but if it doesn't speak your language to give you a "yes", it's
not consenting. Then came a story with absolutely disgusting imagery
about Buddha. Then a Morman incest/pedophilia/murder story. I felt so
ill by this point that I left. Just walked out, telling David, "We're
leaving NOW". I was halfway down the street before I noticed he wasn't
following.
I don't care if he thought I was upset, sick or just didn't hear me. When your girlfriend walks out of a reading like that, you follow to make sure she's ok.
I went back up and got him. He had tuned out the last story (lucky for him), so he didn't realize I was upset by it. He thought I was "just sick". We drove home, had too long of a talk, and went to bed.
We went for a long walk around Lake Merrit. Talked about writing, which was nice. I made him white bean quesadillas (which turned out yummy) and heated up some of his black bean soup for dinner. I also made Strawberry Shortcake for dessert, which was too tasty for words. We watched Simpson, Futurama and X-Files, I gave him his gifts (a new wallet and tickets to the Giants/St. Louis game this July - to see Mark McGwire play), he took me home, killed snails, and went home.