“Fishing? Again?” Honeybee asked.
“Yes, if that’s ok?” I could hear the tone in her voice and sensed that extra-normal guilty feeling as if I was having an affair with a rainbow trout. Male, female, or both. It’s all very scandalous.
“Listen, I’m not like other men,” I said. “When I’m looking for action, I lure those innocent fish in with the promise of a good meal. I’m not stringing them along like one of those swindlebergs who dangles shiny objects before their noses expecting to hook one, no sir, I’ve never been that guy.”
“Are we still talking about fishing?” she asked. “Because I like it when you’re gone. The conversations I have with myself are so more intell…well…that’s all I have to say.”
Happy Thanksgiving Weekend to all those who chose to brave the fish rather than the shopping mall.
James McKew 
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