It seemed to be going well; the relationship I mean. She liked me, that was sure. We’d spent half the day laughing and the other half solving the world’s problems through deep thought and intellectual banter. The sex though was a little less comfortable. It seemed we both had a style and both were anxious to demonstrate our prowess. Once we’d settled into each other a few months later, all that was forgotten; but at the time we were tight, and fearful of screwing up screwing, so to speak.
then during one of our more "romantic" moments... this beetle clamped down on my big toe and I came out of bed like a
rocket ship, screaming a raft of vulgarities. Fucking basement
apartments; like life's not complicated enough already...