Re: Call: Sam A/Cris M
[He hums a second, thinking.] When we met you were 20, huh? Almost 21, but 20. This gringita I met at a party, who I wasn't supposed to want anyway. I'm 37, separated, with a kid I'm raisin'. I'm too old, too attached. I was holdin' out for Elena, even though I knew it wasn't gonna work. I was gonna force it to work, which is prolly tellin' enough. No parta me thought I was gonna meet somebody new. Even at that party, even me givin' you my shoes. And, y'know, mami, I try to be a helpful guy, huh? And I do it every day without wantin' to fuck people, without thinkinga them as anything other than somebody to be helped. I know you worry 'bout it and you think I fall in love too fast, and you worry I'm gonna see somebody else, 'cause that's how it was for you, but I don't think you get that you're a real exception in my life, huh? One I'm real glad about, but all the same. [He just keeps going, unthinking—he'll only worry 'bout saying the wrong thing once it's all out.] I know you think I'm gonna see somebody and wanna fuck 'em, or be with 'em, and I can promise you, that hasn't ever happened to me, regardlessa how you see it. Maybe I'm faster than some people, but I usually wanna get to know somebody, like anybody else. I talk to 'em for a lil while or I know 'em from bein' neighbors or my nieces' friends, y sigue y sigue. And I'm not gonna say I wanted to fuck you from that very first moment, huh? 'Cause I was worried you needed help, nena—honestly—and I considered myself married and I ain't always thinkin' 'bout fuckin', but I can say it was record speed. You might think it's normal for me, to help somebody out and then dance dirty with 'em, but that ain't how it goes. Not normally. Now I got one exception to that though, huh? You. [He sucks on his lip and finally shuts up.]