this morning #1892.

this morning, while they sat next to each other at the diner counter, both totally focused on their laptops, he reached over & placed his right hand on the nape of her neck. didn’t move it. didn’t bother rubbing her muscles or stroking her hair. just left it there to signify to she & the rest of the folks in the diner that “this one’s mine.” with his free hand, he pecked away at his laptop. a sufficiently inefficient style of typing. from where i was sitting, i could only see the backs of their heads so i could only guess how she felt about his blasé display of “affection.” based on the level of effort that he was exerting in this instance, i bet he’s about as attentive in bed. who am i to judge though? my love life’s long been dead.