Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise and defined by its numerically-eponymous title.
Prompt word:
WRECK
“I don’t know, I think I wrecked my chances with her.”
“What the hell you talking about man; you went out for breakfast after work so, a) how could you screw that up and, this is a mandatory follow-up question, call it 2), exactly how do you define ‘your chances’?”
It has been said that friendship at the stage of life between immaturity, i.e. late-teens and college years, (provided it’s a Liberal Arts program), and for lack of a better term, ‘practical maturity’ are surely the most intimate of relationships; when true passion is the measure, friendships trump romance nearly every time.
“Well, we talked until three in the morning and she laughed at my jokes.”
Laughing, and thoroughly overlooking the irony, the more experienced of the two friends at the coffee shop smiled with genuine affection, “Dude, given your amateur status, her laughter, though a simulacrum of actual making out, gets you an ‘A’ for sincerity and an ‘A-‘ for momentum, so why the long face?”
“Well, I let her out at her car, drove to the edge of the parking lot and watched in my rearview mirror to make sure her car started; but I don’t think she realized that; oh man, your face says it all… I totally blew it.”