She glanced at them as they made their way out of the night spot.
"Now back to you Sir," she uttered, staring at the barman with puckered lips. Her eyelids now moving with rapidity.
"Excuse me ma'am?" he retorted. Now feeling a bit bashful, she changed her question.
"Um, could you please help me with the question I had asked you earlier?", she mused.
"And what question was that ma'am?, he enquired.
"I had asked you earlier, what does a woman have to do to make a man love her the way he should?"
"Oh that question!"
"Yes please Sir!"
The pace of discussion accelerated. The barman tried to navigate a suitable reply.
"I think it has to do with whatever are the expectations or rather what each party in the relationship conceives love to be."
"I don't quite understand, " she replied
"Well , uh, it can be a bit complex at times."
"I don't see any complexities in love." He pondered on her reply.
"Sometimes ma'am?... She interrupted his answer
"If you love somebody, you just love them", came her biting response. She fixed her hair which by now seemed tousled
.
The atmosphere appeared battle ready. The barman reflected for a while. Over the years he has listened to a tirade of customers' problems. Some were easy to tolerate, while others challenged his faculties. There were men who complained that their bosses were nerds and needed to be fired. Some alcohol filled diatribe even suggested the most heinous of fate to befall a colleague, a wife , a public figure or sometimes even a dog. He often listened with compassion, obscured hilarity, or anger. What a job to be a barman.
"Don't you love your wife?", his patient blurted.
Yes, I do."
"So, What is complex about that?"
" I was just trying to explain"...
"Explain what?" she intercepted.
Three couples entered the bar and took their seats at tables. The table fan continued its job. The music punctuated the atmosphere with love. "Let's Stay Together" came the voice .Her eyes glared at the music box on the wall. It was speaking to her and her absent lover.
"Excuse me please, ma'am", the relieved barman said, as he made his way to attend to his new patrons. She fumed. He left. She took a gulp of her drinks.
"This man thinks I'm some foolish geek who doesn't know what love is." she muttered as he disappeared in the distance. (Wallace Paul) Copyright © 2022
"Now back to you Sir," she uttered, staring at the barman with puckered lips. Her eyelids now moving with rapidity.
"Excuse me ma'am?" he retorted. Now feeling a bit bashful, she changed her question.
"Um, could you please help me with the question I had asked you earlier?", she mused.
"And what question was that ma'am?, he enquired.
"I had asked you earlier, what does a woman have to do to make a man love her the way he should?"
"Oh that question!"
"Yes please Sir!"
The pace of discussion accelerated. The barman tried to navigate a suitable reply.
"I think it has to do with whatever are the expectations or rather what each party in the relationship conceives love to be."
"I don't quite understand, " she replied
"Well , uh, it can be a bit complex at times."
"I don't see any complexities in love." He pondered on her reply.
"Sometimes ma'am?... She interrupted his answer
"If you love somebody, you just love them", came her biting response. She fixed her hair which by now seemed tousled
.
The atmosphere appeared battle ready. The barman reflected for a while. Over the years he has listened to a tirade of customers' problems. Some were easy to tolerate, while others challenged his faculties. There were men who complained that their bosses were nerds and needed to be fired. Some alcohol filled diatribe even suggested the most heinous of fate to befall a colleague, a wife , a public figure or sometimes even a dog. He often listened with compassion, obscured hilarity, or anger. What a job to be a barman.
"Don't you love your wife?", his patient blurted.
Yes, I do."
"So, What is complex about that?"
" I was just trying to explain"...
"Explain what?" she intercepted.
Three couples entered the bar and took their seats at tables. The table fan continued its job. The music punctuated the atmosphere with love. "Let's Stay Together" came the voice .Her eyes glared at the music box on the wall. It was speaking to her and her absent lover.
"Excuse me please, ma'am", the relieved barman said, as he made his way to attend to his new patrons. She fumed. He left. She took a gulp of her drinks.
"This man thinks I'm some foolish geek who doesn't know what love is." she muttered as he disappeared in the distance. (Wallace Paul) Copyright © 2022