I’m not going anywhere, he said. I got nowhere to go, he pulled out a Camel. What is it about women? You’re always thinking we’re leaving. Taking off. No confidence in yourselves. Or, maybe all the confidence in the world. I dont know, he accidentally blew smoke in her face. She was used to it.

Some men do leave, she said. They just take off in the middle of the night, she ran her fingers through her brown hair and then placed them on his shoulders. Some men get tired…bored with the same woman. They begin to wish she was someone else. Something exotic. Something they aren’t. You wish I was someone else? he shook his head. Maybe you’re wishing I was a blonde? I could dye my hair. Color it. Real blonde like Marilyn Monroe, she laughed. Would you like that? he blew smoke up in the sky and laughed. Perhaps you want me to get a boob job. Big tits? she playfully pushed him. They smiled.

No, he whispered. I like you the way you are, he crushed his cigarette and kissed her. I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere.