Filosofam urban despre cupluri 2

“So, Dan, you’ve made me laugh my heart out. You’re funny. You’ve proven it. Enough with the jokes. Let’s get back to the serious stuff…” “Were we ever serious?” I asked, making a face. A funny face, of course. “Hmm… come to think about it, you were never serious for one second, after you lit that cigarette for me. But I assumed you were serious when you spoke of the Solitaire Act… and the possible expanding… of the field of the forbidden orchard with the right to …” I can’t resist when she’s tilting her head to one side like that, looking at me with the corner of her eye, trying to find politically correct words. Not to seem too much into me, but still keep me hooked. So I try to nail it. “Literally set someone’s … cigarette on fire?” “Exactly!”, she says with a big wide smile and glowing eyes. “And you thought I was serious with that?” “Well, it’s a serious issue. If you ask me, the right to get your cigarette lit should be mentioned in the Global Constitution. And I want to know your position. You’ve dodged it once, but here I am, asking you again.” “Well, you’ll be the first to know.” Once I realize what she’s asking me, I suddenly see how stupid I must look with my happy smile I’ve had all morning. I feel like I’m waking up from a dream. And also I realize I couldn’t stay up to watch her sleep. When I was a kid, I had these moments of happiness that would paint a smile on my face that would not go away. Not even when my father was yelling at me and was about to slap me for something I don’t remember, my smile would not go away. I wasn’t consciously happy, but the smile was there. That’s how I’m feeling now. I am not happy anymore, but the smile is still there. Man, I must look so stupid right now. “Well, that was what Uma Thurman called uncomfortable silence…” I try to seem unaffected: “I wouldn’t call it that” But by the looks of her face, the smile is going away as well. “Oh, my, god! I’m soooo, sorry!” She puts her hand over her mouth, stopping herself from bursting into laughter. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I wasn’t proposing or anything like that” “Hey, I never thought you did. It’s just that, I don’t know where I stand with all this. I am such a stranger to everything” “Go on”, she said with interest. “Well, first of all, I don’t know whether it’s good or bad that the government is making laws about our personal happiness.” “Maaaan, you are complicated. I was only asking whether you are pro marriage rights or not” “See, it’s not that simple. You’ve got me started on philosophy. I am a terrible philosopher. I get so lost when I do it, because there’s nothing solid for me. There’s no ground zero. There’s no immutable principle of life. There’s no good and bad.” “Ok, I think I understand where you are. I mean where you’re not” “You smile about this like you’re talking about a movie. To me, this is so serious, I avoid it every chance I get. And for some twisted reason, it’s easier to avoid it with people I’ve known for a long time. There’s something strange in me, that makes me have to be soooo serious when I talk to a... an almost complete stranger. And even though you give me a chance to make fun of this, and get back to a good mood, I sort of say to myself that I have to respect this unwritten, unspoken vow of truthful philosophy with strangers…” “Wow… I am stunned. I even forgot what … I mean…” “Hey, forget about it. Let’s shake it off. Bye-gones. Did you see that movie with Mathew Perry and Neve Campbell? Three to tango?” “Yes, I loved it. You want to rent it?” I start laughing… “No…, I was actually thinking about the most spoken line in movies. And how appropriate that would be.” She also starts laughing. “Let’s get out of here?” “A-ha” “Well, they’re not shooting at us… aliens have not landed,…” “So it must be that I want to … “ “Again?” “Yes. We’ll resume our philosophy date for a later date. Much later…” and I lean over the table to kiss her.