The Real Deal
I tell ya, it's the real deal! Ray said. The real deal!
Oh yeah? Bobby replied. Tell me more.
She's the most amazing woman I've ever met! He snatched his cigarettes from the coffee table. I mean, we've only had one date, but wow! I never met a chick I could really talk to before, ya know?
Cool, Bobby said.
Her name's Liz, Ray said, lighting a smoke. He offered the pack to Bobby who shook his head. I mean, don't get me wrong, I still want to bang her. But I don't just want to bang her. Ya know?
Yeah, I get the general idea.
We met last week at the Kennedy rally- He stopped. You're voting for Kennedy, right?
Of course.
All right then. Anyway, she's a volunteer for the local Democratic party. Hands out fliers, knocks on doors, that sort of thing. But she's not like the other chicks there.
He took a quick drag from his cigarette. She actually understands the issues, see? She's not some ditzy halfwit whose only there 'cause she thinks Kennedy's cute. And she's not a campus radical or anything. She can back up her political views with reasoned argument. Do you have any idea how rare that is?
You don't see that every day, Bobby agreed.
Ray smiled. I asked her out. Just like that. I'm a chicken, I never do that. But somehow I just had to, ya know? Ah she said yes!
Where'd you take her?
Well I don't have a lot of money. And the election's soon so we're too busy to take a long lunch. I took her to Sambo's on the corner. We had a great time! We talked, we laughed, we discussed politics... I tell ya, I could have stayed right there and had lunch with her forever!
Sounds like you're really smitten with her.
Smitten, nothin'! I'm in love! This is the woman I'm gonna marry!
That's pretty fast, Bobby said. You met her a week ago and you've only had one date.
One date's all it took! Ray shrugged. I can't wait till the election's over. We'll have time to go on a proper date. A day-long outing. I've got it all planned out. And if Kennedy wins she'll be in a really good mood, you know what I mean?
Yeah, I follow.
You know what's the most amazing part of her? Her eyes.
Oh yeah?
It's like... like there's this incredible intellect hiding behind these gentle, beautiful eyes. Just lurking there, waiting to be seen. And I see it, man. Believe me I see it.
You should tell her that.
Oh I will! Don't you worry! He took a long puff from the cigarette and stood. I gotta use the can.
Bobby gestured down the hallway.
I figure I'll start the date with lunch, Ray said from the hall. Maybe move on to a matinee. Think that's a good opener?
You're not going talk to me while you're actually peeing, right? Bobby called back.
I think it's a good opener, Ray continued. If the weather's nice we could take a walk in the park. It's all about maximizing conversation time with her. She's really neat to talk to, ya know?
I'm sure she is, Bobby said. Really, though, just do your business then continue the story when you get back.
After a few moments of silence, Ray called back Uh, hey man. There's some old guy in your bathroom.
Bobby scrambled to his feet and darted down the hall.
Who are you? Ray asked the old man. Can we help you with somethin'?
Bobby grabbed Ray's arm and said Come on. This way.
There's an old man in your bathroom! Ray said, gesturing to the man. Aren't you curious what he's doing here?
Come away from the mirror, Dad, Bobby said, pulling him out of the bathroom.
What?
Why don't you tell me more about Mom.
What? Who?
Liz, Bobby said. Tell me about Liz.
Ray stood motionless, his face falling blank. Then he smiled. I tell ya, it's the real deal! He said. The real deal!
Oh yeah? Bobby said. Tell me more.
By Andy Weir- author of The Martian
I tell ya, it's the real deal! Ray said. The real deal!
Oh yeah? Bobby replied. Tell me more.
She's the most amazing woman I've ever met! He snatched his cigarettes from the coffee table. I mean, we've only had one date, but wow! I never met a chick I could really talk to before, ya know?
Cool, Bobby said.
Her name's Liz, Ray said, lighting a smoke. He offered the pack to Bobby who shook his head. I mean, don't get me wrong, I still want to bang her. But I don't just want to bang her. Ya know?
Yeah, I get the general idea.
We met last week at the Kennedy rally- He stopped. You're voting for Kennedy, right?
Of course.
All right then. Anyway, she's a volunteer for the local Democratic party. Hands out fliers, knocks on doors, that sort of thing. But she's not like the other chicks there.
He took a quick drag from his cigarette. She actually understands the issues, see? She's not some ditzy halfwit whose only there 'cause she thinks Kennedy's cute. And she's not a campus radical or anything. She can back up her political views with reasoned argument. Do you have any idea how rare that is?
You don't see that every day, Bobby agreed.
Ray smiled. I asked her out. Just like that. I'm a chicken, I never do that. But somehow I just had to, ya know? Ah she said yes!
Where'd you take her?
Well I don't have a lot of money. And the election's soon so we're too busy to take a long lunch. I took her to Sambo's on the corner. We had a great time! We talked, we laughed, we discussed politics... I tell ya, I could have stayed right there and had lunch with her forever!
Sounds like you're really smitten with her.
Smitten, nothin'! I'm in love! This is the woman I'm gonna marry!
That's pretty fast, Bobby said. You met her a week ago and you've only had one date.
One date's all it took! Ray shrugged. I can't wait till the election's over. We'll have time to go on a proper date. A day-long outing. I've got it all planned out. And if Kennedy wins she'll be in a really good mood, you know what I mean?
Yeah, I follow.
You know what's the most amazing part of her? Her eyes.
Oh yeah?
It's like... like there's this incredible intellect hiding behind these gentle, beautiful eyes. Just lurking there, waiting to be seen. And I see it, man. Believe me I see it.
You should tell her that.
Oh I will! Don't you worry! He took a long puff from the cigarette and stood. I gotta use the can.
Bobby gestured down the hallway.
I figure I'll start the date with lunch, Ray said from the hall. Maybe move on to a matinee. Think that's a good opener?
You're not going talk to me while you're actually peeing, right? Bobby called back.
I think it's a good opener, Ray continued. If the weather's nice we could take a walk in the park. It's all about maximizing conversation time with her. She's really neat to talk to, ya know?
I'm sure she is, Bobby said. Really, though, just do your business then continue the story when you get back.
After a few moments of silence, Ray called back Uh, hey man. There's some old guy in your bathroom.
Bobby scrambled to his feet and darted down the hall.
Who are you? Ray asked the old man. Can we help you with somethin'?
Bobby grabbed Ray's arm and said Come on. This way.
There's an old man in your bathroom! Ray said, gesturing to the man. Aren't you curious what he's doing here?
Come away from the mirror, Dad, Bobby said, pulling him out of the bathroom.
What?
Why don't you tell me more about Mom.
What? Who?
Liz, Bobby said. Tell me about Liz.
Ray stood motionless, his face falling blank. Then he smiled. I tell ya, it's the real deal! He said. The real deal!
Oh yeah? Bobby said. Tell me more.
By Andy Weir- author of The Martian