Debaser

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

(Sorry about the post-out-of-order confusion this morning. Turns out it was a post LAST week that got accidentally skipped! So to make sure you’ve read everything, here’s the proper order:
So Alive
Putting on the Ritz (the skipped one that popped up briefly this morning)
Strangelove
Then today’s chapter, Debaser, below.)

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Everyone hates being wrong. I’m no exception. I really thought Jonathan’s attack of angst was over with. Maybe I was having post-sex rose-colored glasses, though. We took a shower together and everything seemed rosy, like a sunset after a rainstorm.

But I was wrong. I had just pulled my jeans on while we were getting dressed when I asked, “Do you want to do anything tonight?” In my mind I was asking him to say whether we were staying in or going out, whether he needed to work or he wanted to punt until he’d worked out what to do or what.

Jonathan apparently heard it as something else.

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