She stayed with him and during his breakfast, and he asked her a lot of questions. Most of them she found to be quite personal.
“Are you married?” He asked.
“No, i’m single.” She said, taking a sip of her orange juice.
“You seem so nonchalant about it.” He said, his blue eyes quickly darting up to meet hers, then settle on her hands, then down at the floor in a strange sequence.
“Well, what’s there to be sorry about?”
“Being single.” He replied, looking down at his food. He had only been shoveling it around for the past few minutes, not really caring to eat.
“I don’t think of it as such a bad thing.” She replied.
“Oh.”
"What?" She asked.
"Well, at my age, it's kind of frowned upon in my family." He said, looking at her solemnly.
"Oh." She said.
"Yeah."
"But don't let yourself believe it's a bad thing."
"What do you mean?" He asked, sitting back in his chair.
"I've relationship after relatioship, i mean, just strings of them, and that's what they are. They go on and on and on until they stop. and then that's it. No more." She said, taking a bite out of her bacon.
"I never looked at it that way before." He said. "Go on."
“Well,” she continued, “I’ve only had bad experiences with men, no offense to you, and I can’t really see the point of relationships at this point, to tell you the truth.” She said, licking some jelly off her fingers.
“Really? I have the same feeling. I mean, I watch my brothers both find wonderful women spend their time with, and all I seem to do is watch them and find bad friends to replace my good ones. It seems like all i’m doing is hurting myself even more, but I can’t stop. I don’t understand relationships at this point in my life.” He said, staring at the blue carpet.
“Exactly.” She said. “I mean, what’s the point? I can’t seem to find a decent guy around here anyway.”
“Yeah.” He said, putting his glass on the tray.
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