Thursday, May 2, 2013

Rexless in Seattle

Rex whined a little.  He scratched at the bottom of his doghouse door, his nose pressed against the crack.  It was still locked from the outside.  He lay down dejectedly, his snout between his paws.  A long sigh filled the inside of his little chamber.

There was a female on the other side of the door, so close he could smell her, but his human had locked Rex up so long ago that it seemed he'd forgotten about him!  Rex, sadly under-leveraged, was left to loll about in exasperation as his human attempted to master the art of social interaction without him -- "Rexless," if you will.

She was 23 ("almost 24", she had added, helpfully).  They were at a party at someone's house, an event Rex's human rarely got invited to since moving back to the hometown he had thought would welcome him with open arms.  Having lived abroad for so long, any network connections and friendships he'd once had had long ago evaporated, or morphed into 'married with children', allowing no latitude for welcoming a mature single guy into their impenetrable little cliques.

He'd ridden up the elevator with her and her friend, making small talk about the host and hostess, then once inside they'd parted as he made the rounds greeting friends of long-estranged friends.  With her comment she was merely confirming what he already had discerned riding up the elevator: far too young to have any interest in him.

He'd been out on the balcony with some smokers when he'd noticed the two girls standing together against the kitchen island were getting largely ignored by the crowd of tight-knit 'drinking club' members and their hangers-on.  He excused himself from the drunken pseudo-conversation he was on the periphery of and made his way over to them, re-introducing himself and immediately forgetting their names (there wasn't much point, he thought -- they'd be blowing him off for a younger dude as soon as the opportunity presented itself). 

Both of them were attractive in a girl-next-door kind of way, though the petite blond had caught and his eye from the get-go and continued to distract his attention.  The taller brunette was more assertively chatty, but was also drinking white wine like a long-distance runner snatching proffered cups of Gatorade mid-race.

They knew the host through the wine quaffer's past job and knew each other through an Ultimate Frisbee league.  He didn't really care, they'd both be ignoring him soon enough, but they were the only single women at the party and he felt obliged, as the only single man in the room, to ensure they didn't feel entirely ignored.

"I work at the Acme National bank in credit assessment" she ventured.  He congratulated her on a promising career path and drew her attention to the quite remarkable volume of Pinot Grigio that her friend was putting down.  "I don't really know her all that well" said the blond, looking back up at him from the bar stool she was sitting on.  The brunette sauntered over into the space in the living room area that some people were dancing in and did a few turns, a little wildly, teetering on her heels.

"Well she's certainly going to make friends quickly if she keeps drinking at that pace" he said, smiling.  On cue the brunette spun back towards them and grabbed his hand, pulling him onto the 'dance floor'.  He attempted some foxtrotty-ish steps and give her a spin, but she was largely out of control and ended up banging into him several times in what appeared to be an attempt at being sultry and seductive.  With one final twirl under his raised arm, he patted her on the small of the back and urged her to carry on without him as he came to rest against the counter beside the blond.

"I'm not sure whether it's the wine or just her, but trying to dance with your friend is like trying to tie a small boat up against an ocean liner in heavy seas -- lots of crashing together, not a lot of smooth connecting..."

"I think it's the wine AND her.  Try dancing with me."  She hopped off the stool and took his hand, pulling him back onto the hardwood.  Rex did a tight turn inside his tiny doghouse, anxious to get out and suddenly unable to find a comfortable position to sleep.

(Write to me if you'd like to find out what happened next...  ;-)

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