We’re sitting opposite each other at a high-top bar table at the Sin and Redemption. Dark beer and red wine, to celebrate commiserate the sudden chilly turn in the weather.
At some point, the conversation turns to tales of past misdeeds.
“Remember how I told you about the girlfriend that I dated all through high school?”
“Mmm hmmm.” Eyebrow raise.
“We got pregnant the very first time we ever did it. Fourteen.”
Gulp. “Oh. Well, that sucks. Aren’t the odds of that happening on a par with being struck by lightning?”
“I also got my ex-wife pregnant within a week of trying for a baby. That was kind of disappointing, because I was hoping it would take longer.” He winks. “I’m like a magic silver bullet.”
Awkward, slightly mortified laughter. Then silence.
I am unable to stop myself from filling the void, like a rush of graceless air entering a romantic vacuum.
“Wow. You should bottle that stuff.”