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in a high-pitched Southern style voice. “Her shovel wasn’t pulled out late in the game, so she must’ve been a novice. She did her digging early on, before I’d even gotten to like ’er.”
    “On a scale from one to ten, what was she?”
    “Ahhh, man,” Sean smirked as he cracked a few more eggs in a different skillet, whisked them hard and fast with his fork like he was mad at those jokers, making them fluff like buttery clouds and spin about in swirls of deep yellow amongst the clear, gloppy streaks. “About a seven I guess, maybe seven and a half… She was nice looking, but kinda young, too…not really my thing.”
    “Not my thing? Who says a young, hot seven and a half isn’t their thing?”
    “Me.”
    “Yeah, cause you’re a fuckin’ cougar chaser, man! Who does that?!” Kyle teased. “You’ve always been this way. A damn wrinkle wrangler!”
    “Screw you, man,” Sean laughed. “Look, I just like older women, alright? You should give it a try.”
    “You must have mommy issues.” Kyle guffawed. “Nah, I’ll pass. Older women gotta lotta baggage.”
    “Who the fuck doesn’t?” Sean shrugged, his brows dipped as he plugged his toaster in and removed the second hot pan from the electric heat, then turned off both eyes. “Shit, as crazy as the world is, it’s a damn surprise any of us leave it half sane. Seriously, you’re battin’ a thousand. You outta test out my theory.”
    “I’ll just take your word for it.” His friend cackled. “I mean, yeah, I’ve seen some good lookin’ forty-year old ladies, some MILFs, if ya will. I’ve had sex with some too, wuddn’t too shabby… but a relationship? Ahhhh, I dunno about all of that…”
    “I stopped taking your advice about the direction of my love life the night we double dated last year and your ex hooked me up with that damn psycho. Girlfriend rated, best friend approved. Fuck you a million times over for that shit, okay?”
    “Huh? What psycho chick?”
    “You really don’t remember?!” Sean paused, not willing to believe his damn ears. “You know! The vegan girl you hooked me up with who wanted me to sign a petition for the some shit called, ‘ Goldfish have feelings, too’ . Damn freak! Where do you find these fuckin’ people?!”
    “Oh shit!” Kyle roared. “I forgot all about that!”
    “I sure as hell didn’t,” he huffed. “She’s still calling me every now and again, too, even after I told her I was in an exclusive group called the Caveman Society.”
    “The Caveman Society?”
    “Yeah, I made the shit up…told ’er in this elite group we only eat raw meat straight off the bone, pulled with our bare hands.”
    “You didn’t!” Kyle was no doubt turning red as he crowed on the other end while Sean relayed the story.
    “Yeah, and I didn’t stop there, either. I told her that we wear fur and leather coats and get hard from the scent of animal flesh frying in hot grease with peppers and onions. Then, after a night of hunting stray cats with sling shots and BB guns, we jack off to National Geographic… the mating beavers are my favorite… like lesbian porn. She didn’t get it.”
    “You fuckin’ sicko!” Kyle roared. “You need to be committed to Bellevue, man!”
    “I’m done with online dating for real this time, man. I just can’t do this shit anymore.”
    “Give me that girl’s profile name. Once she finds out I’m a broker, I bet I can make her dreams come true.”
    “Yeah, until you walk away and she discovers you owe the national debt in student loans.” Sean goaded. “Damn it! My toast is burnt!”
    “Enjoy your torched breakfast…gotta go, man.”
    “Tha fuckin’ tickets, Kyle!”
    “I got ya covered!” And the call ended.
    Placing his cell phone on the top of the dust covered refrigerator, he made a mental note of where he’d laid the damn thing, knowing his tendency to lose track of his phone. As of late, he’d have to hop on his computer and send himself a text message