What’s Love Got to Do with It?

They met at the public Christmas party at Whole Foods.  Both of them were unimpressed with the party, but intrigued by one another’s selection of beer.  He bought a six-pack of locally-brewed IPA.  She had her 32 ounce growler filled with a just-released milk stout from the same brewer.

Beer was the lubricant for their first conversation.  It was the lubricant for many of their future conversations.  And when she bought a bottle of Maker’s Mark straight bourbon, it became an even better lubricant.

The conversation turned, as it always does, to transportation.  If they had been in Chicago, they would have talked about the commuter trains.  But they were in Dallas.  You don’t talk about commuter trains in Dallas, unless you’re on a DART line.  Most people aren’t.  So you don’t talk about commuter trains.  So they talked about cars.

Both of them may have had ulterior motives for talking about cars. I can’t say; I don’t know.  But I can say the car thing became measurable not long after.

He bought a 2013 Kia Soul.  He liked cars with attitude. He was 23 years old.  It was his first new car as an adult.

She bought a 2013 Volkswagen GTI.  She liked cars with attitude. She was 36 years old.  It was her first new car as an adulteress.

The question ultimately arose, of course; what’s love got to do with it?  What’s love, but a second hand emotion?

And there, as they say, you have it!

 

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4 Responses to What’s Love Got to Do with It?

  1. Juan says:

    Of course, I love the question, “What is love but a ‘second hand emotion,’ which should brings me to wonder about the “first hand emotion,”: hence, what can’t be had by the ‘first hand’ can be had by the “second” — with “lubricant.”

    It’s all a matter of perspective — LOL!

  2. I just can’t stop myself from adding some additional comments here. This post is rubbish! Bullshit of the most odiferous sort! Bad writing, poorly-conceived. But it still makes me laugh. I just liked the “first new car as an adulteress” following his “first new car as an adult.” Just made me smile. And then, when I talk about adultery, the “what’s love got to do with it?” strikes me as even more hilarious. Finally, there’s the NEW car and the “second hand” emotion reference and I’m rolling on the floor laughing. This is what happens when I have writers block with gin!

  3. I can’t answer this, Trish. It’s just the way the story unfolded. Some of my stories can’t be accused of having any meaning; they’re just words cobbled together in the hope they will matter, but sometimes they just don’t. 😉

  4. Trish says:

    I will confess, I’m confused as to why she (our only female in this short history) is an adulteress. Never suspected that she was even married as to the way the story was unfolding? And the guy, he wasn’t an adulterer? There is no evidence of that, or shall I say, no implication of that status. Guess he was “pure”? Not sure about this….or at best, unclear as to its meaning?

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