Because I want to tell you things with my hands

[judecorp]

"But what if I'm terrible at this?" Fear bit me at the back of the neck. Oh shit, what have I got into this time?

"Terrible at what? At making love with me? Whenever we're together, when we laugh or talk --" Her musical laugh sent sparks up my back, "or take a walk, all those times, Amory, we make love. I want to fall into bed with you because we already share all those things. Because I want to tell you things with my hands, tell you that you're sweet and sexy and exciting and that I love you." (Denise Ohio, The Finer Grain)

~//~

They called again. SBC, wanting to talk to Jennifer about Internet service. "Do you know when she'll be back?" he asks, completing his telemarketing duties. "I do," I answer smugly, "but do you know that we recently cancelled DSL?" He pauses, asking why. I tell him, "We decided to go with cable." We decided. We. He asks me if I know how much we're paying for cable internet. "Yes," I tell him. "We're not interested. Please stop calling Jennifer." We. Please.

Comments

[sudrin.livejournal.com]

I certainly respect what you are saying, but I think these sales people are equal opportunity.. Next they will call you and ask YOU if you want the lovely service. They market to people, not couples, regardless of orientation. However, I imagine saying "We" is probably a special joy I can't pretent to appreciate (So I won't). :-)

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Of course they market to people! But they will never, ever call me, because my name isn't affiliated with this particular phone number at all. :) So I will take my pleasures as they come.

I was commented less on the telemarketer and more on the household-ness. :)