Cursing up a storm, Artie raged against the rain of bad news
Reality was determined to corner her into marrying Brad
Everything was just too perfect. He was handsome, kind, interesting
Absolutely the perfect man for her, and yet…
The truth of it was Artie didn’t believe in marriage
It wasn’t the commitment. It was all the baggage that came with it
Vivid memories of her parents’ divorce still played in her nightmares
Everything having to do with matching rings made her queasy
Still if she didn’t say yes it meant she was saying no to Brad
Plenty of women would gladly take her place in his life
Inspired by that conundrum, Artie began to draw
Reaching inward to find an answer or some sort of compromise
If there was a way to do this, she would find it
That or decide whether she wanted to live the rest of her life with Brad or herself
Just as Ferris was about to throw his Captain Crunch decoder ring away
Uncle Mike swooped in and saved it from a million year sentence at the local dump
Now Mike could add it to his vast and comprehensive collection of cereal mementoes
Killing any chance at that second marriage Mike always wanted
Marty couldn’t believe that he was just propositioned by this beautiful blond model standing in front of him. Olga was six foot four, without her heals, six foot whatever with them, and she had a body that would have made Michelangelo forget all about carving David. Yet here she was hitting on little old Marty.
“Are you sure you haven’t been drinking too much?” asked Marty in his head, but he didn’t have the nerve to ask it out loud. Instead he just sort of shrugged his shoulders and faintly gestured with his rum and coke, hold the rum.
Olga gave him a pouty look. Damn, that look had to be trademarked by some company. “So what do you say? We can talk more in my room,” she said.
Marty’s left thumb drifted to where his wedding band had been. It had been over a year, and yet… “Sorry, not tonight. I’ve got to get ready for a meeting in the morning. Maybe tomorrow?” he asked.
Olga let the pout evaporate and replaced it with a heaping helping of I can’t believe you just did that. Without saying a word she left the reception and headed off into the bowels of the hotel, alone.
Marty drifted out into the night. The glare of the manmade neon from the strip hid the heavens above, but still Marty looked up and stared into the emptiness which matched what he felt inside. “I love you Brenda,” he said before going back inside. He did have a meeting in the morning after all.