Sugar, Spice, And Everything Nice
I start to walk home. My sack. I left my sack of weed at her place. No problem. I'll just wait on everyone to get there. They arrive. The Peacemaker and the two girls head upstairs. Where? I don't know. I take a seat on the chair. Not just going to barge into her room without asking. I barely know her.
The Friend walks in, heads upstairs. She's right behind him. Sees me. Plops down next to me. This is not good...
Mahal: "What's wrong with you?"
Mahal: "On the way back, I told him again that it wasn't going to happen. I feel awkward now."
Me: "I like you and all, but you know how it is."
Mahal: "I know he's your friend, but he has to grow up. I bet this happens to you a lot. Your friends always coming between you and a girl that you want. You end up giving up the girl to make your friends happy. How long are you going to keep letting this happen to you? We're adults, and we're allowed to like each other."
As crazy as the situation is, she's right. The Friend then comes storming downstairs and slams the door without saying goodbye to anyone...
Me: "Maybe I should have just went home and got my stuff later."
Mahal: "It wouldn't have mattered if you came back tonight or not. I would have found you anyway. I'm happy that you came back here instead of going home, though."
I then take her upstairs, so we can smoke another bowl. The Peacemaker comes in and joins us. I lay back, reflect on all of the drama tonight. She's a feminist. Uhoh. They usually hate me. I lay back and watch her and The Peacemaker argue over the roles of men and women in society. I know better than to open my mouth.
She proves her point to The Peacemaker. He gets up and goes back to trying to make his threesome happen. She looks at me...
Mahal: "Look at you over there trying to be all quiet; Trying to look all cool. What do you think of the roles of men and women?"
Fuck. I was trying to avoid this. I pause. An answer...
Me: "They both have things that they are better at (i.e. women make better parents), but if need be, one can take the role of the other. I don't know if you know anything about clown fish, but they are a perfect example (although humans aren't as extreme). If the head female dies in the group, the largest male literally becomes a female and assumes that role."
Mahal: "Good answer. You think you're so slick, so smooth."
She then keeps trying to corner me, get me to argue with her...
Mahal: "You aren't challenging me. You were challenging earlier. I liked that. Challenge me."
Me: "I can go back to being a fucking dickhead if you want. I'll challenge you when it's time to challenge you."
Mahal: "You're right. You're so confident when you talk to me."