life with a woman should proceed naturally
where you barely remember the beginning
don’t remember the end
and the middle is full of:
           uppercuts
           left hooks
           and jabs
but you always answer the bell and even win a few rounds
where women always turn you on
in the beginning of a relationship
and always turn on you at the end
but are unpredictable in the middle
so when Miss Minneapolis calmly told me as cold as ice
"Ross, I think I will sleep with you the next time we go out."
I no longer was interested in her
I could ignore
her pretentious behavior
when loyal fans of her televison newscasts
descended on us like locusts
or she needed extra time to put on her makeup just right
or told me she was a Vogue model before she decided
to become a TV news reporter
but what makes my time with woman fun
is a certain unpredictability where
when you think they are tired of you
they tell you how much they care
when you think they care
they tell you how much they are tired of you
when you think they are happy and peaceful
all hell breaks out
and after all hell breaks out
they are happy and peaceful
until the relationship feels so wrong it is just right
but Miss Minneapolis planning to sleep with me
as casually as asking the time
with no emotion to avoid
giving her face lines was the end
"What makes you think I want to sleep with you?", I said
which should have been predictable to Miss Minneapolis
knowing I was tired of her elegant and graceful shit
and sleeping with her was not worth listening
to her perfectly modulated television voice
telling me she was Miss Minneapolis one more time.