Pounding The Keyboard

           A wise and experienced old man once lectured that if a woman wanted to attract and seduce a man, she would show him her cleavage. Yes, that enchanting, exciting, exhilarating, exhausting, enticing, exasperating little space (a line almost) between a woman’s breasts whenever they wear clothes that have low-cut neckline.      A cleavage, according to this sage of a man, is a talisman, an amulet, that women wear to charm the man they like. Open your social media, and the moment you find a woman that shows her cleavage in her photos is the moment that you find a woman that is trying to seduce and lead a man into her web.      Charles thought it was sexist, and a bit perverse, yes, and this old man could be wrong and a bit senile, but he is ninety-six years old and had fifteen wives, and his last, whenever she's in the mall, buys nothing but clothes with low-cut neckline.      And Charles was thinking about it because he just saw a pretty woman’s cleavage when he ope

       “It’s so hot!” were the first few words that came out of Sorbet’s mouth when he woke up that morning.      It was so hot indeed that he heard in the news that some classes today were suspended because of the heat. He wanted to cool off in a mall and eat ice cream—it felt like the sun was just a few kilometers away from his roof— but he got some works to do, so he sat instead in front of his computer, but before he could start working, he felt something dripping from his ear.      He picked it up with his finger and examined it—it was gooey and slimy and it was greyish and pinkish.      He went to the doctor who in turned also examined it.      “So what is it, doc?” he asked the doctor afterwards.      “This is actually a part of your brain, Sorbet,” the doctor answered. “It’s so hot your brain is melting and dripping out of your ears. Look,” he reached out a hand to Sunny’s ear and picked out something. “Another part of your brain has just fell out of your ear.”   

       Two guys ahead of me in a queue in a supermarket cashier were talking, and as I leaned towards to my cart in front of me, yawning, waiting for the line to move, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on them. The topic basically was one of the guys had a girlfriend, whom he had yet to introduce to his family because he was afraid that his family would ridicule and belittle her choice of a girlfriend. They failed to discuss why his family would diss the girl, maybe she’s :      A.] ugly      B.] poor and uneducated      C.] single mom/had been married before      D.] transwoman/ladyboy      E.] an ex-con      I was thinking, while I grimaced watching the amount of my groceries rise up like a tsunami, if I had a girlfriend who was ugly, poor and uneducated, a single mom or a transwoman or an ex-con, my family would still be delighted and gladly welcome her, and would be relieved that a woman could still find me lovable. When was the last time I brought a girlfriend home to th