Vodka with MSG .. v.2

"so why quiet all of a sudden?"

she looks at him. the setting sun glinted off his glasses and then laughs.

"nothing really. its just that i know why people treat me this way, yet i dont know why i cant seem to change" she says then takes a swig from the half empty vodka bottle.

"coz youre a doofus. but youre my doofus. so its okay" he laughingly said while ruffling her hair. "what i cant figure out though is that why cant you seem to get over the fact that people WILL like you for you. not for what you can buy for them. take me for instance, when we first met... you had a booger hanging from the tip of your nose and you were short. well, youre still short now anyway, but i still like you."

she had to laugh at that.

he took a long drag from his cigarette and then blew it out. "Buying people things dont make them like a person - not for real most of the time mind you - remember the guy you were mooning over lately? you spent tons of money on him as if he were your boyfriend... or me... did that get you anywhere? nope. he just got used to the fact that you send him things every time he'd ask for it." he takes another long drag from his cigarette then continues on. "did he like you back? i dont think so...youre a smart lady, funny, charming, very gullible and intelligent at times. whats not to like? so please stop harping on the fact that society doesnt consider you beautiful. its all in your head. ive seen you act when you think no one is looking. you have this jene sais quoi that is really attractive."

she smiled at this point. he would always give that speech to her whenever they would have this conversation. the "jene sais quoi" speech.

she pokes him on the shoulder. "yeahyeahyeahyeah... so if i really AM as attractive as you say, how come im single?" then gives him her dimpled smile.

he sticks his tongue out at her and says "thats such a dumb question. i really cant answer for my specie, however if you would really want an answer here are some: because youre crazy. because youre a workaholic. because youre fat. because youre so self conscious that it annoys them. because you put up walls that they cant breach. because they think youre high maintenance. because they think youre too smart for them... take your pick."

she takes a cigarette from the pack and lights one. the flame flickers dangerously close to her hair as she lights her cigarette. this was a new one. she sniffs the vodka bottle and then checks the msg quotient of the chips that they were eating.he never said that before. she looks at him trying to gauge his temperament.

"you mad at me?" she quietly asks

"im not mad at you. im just annoyed. we've had this conversation over and over and over again. but you dont change. it annoys me to no end that you allow these people to abuse you and take advantage of your kindness. ive been your friend for years and yet..."

...to be continued...