Seamus dipped the greasy piece of bread into the even greasier layer of oil in his plate. â€œMm. It seems so much easier when you know your own sin, doesnâ€™t it?â€
Carol hadnâ€™t touched her food; her lust for love blinded her, but only to a point. She watched the buffoon in front of her as he ate away his life. â€œI donâ€™t think it was meant to be taken literally, Seamus,â€ she said. â€œPeople have just becomeâ€¦ more goal-oriented.â€ The words were lost beneath the sound of her blind dateâ€™s incessant chewing. His blue eyes peered up ignorantly and a muffled confused phrase somehow made it out of the crevice.
â€œWhat I mean to say is, just because we have thirty-five years doesnâ€™t mean we should debase ourselves to such trivial concepts of living.â€
The glutton finished swallowing before bellowing an answer, â€œWell, youâ€™re looking for love, right? Thatâ€™s your purpose; love. I, as stated in the advertisement, am transfixed upon simple pleasures. Food is too good to let go to wasteâ€ Again, he stuffed his mouth full of various confections and salty doughy things.
Her words came after much thought and in-between the orificial cramming of her oh-so-temporary partner for the night. â€œIt has come to my attention that you, Seamus, are gluttonous because you think you do not have anything else to live for but your own pleasure. I, on the other hand, believe in a world meant for one person to stand beside me. For children, I feel that we need to have similar goals.â€
The manâ€™s eyes went into thought and he gulped his food down with his mind working in overdrive. They both had at least fifteen years left, and the rush to procreate had crossed his mind. He sat up straight, cleaned off his chin and stared directly into her eyes.
â€œI love youâ€, he said without wavering.
â€œGood. Now letâ€™s talk about a house and kids.â€ Her mood was changing from highly annoyed to mildly irritate.
A napkin he brought to his face rubbed away any remaining stains, and he looked up to the teenage waiter. He was sure that the kid couldnâ€™t imagine how disturbing it would be to hold such a job when he was halfway done his life. â€œWaiter, take this away,â€ Seamus said. â€œBring me a salad and filtered water.â€
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