I spoke with Jake about Friday night. I told him that I was sorry and that Kate looked pissed. He said I didn’t know the half of it. I guess she rambled on the whole way home and into the evening. “Just because I said that playing strip poker sounded like a good idea.” He said she asked him how he would feel if she lost, and he said that everyone there has seen naked bodies before, and he said that she started complaining about my wife’s behaviour, that she was practically naked already, and that it would be a while before she’d be willing to visit again. She said I’d have to go myself.
“Yeah, we could hang around and play strip poker,” I said jokingly. He laughed and agreed.
“So you’re not doing that Saturday thing anymore?” he enquired.
“Yeah. I am. Why?”
“Oh, nothing. I was just wondering.” Of course, I knew just what he was wondering.
“Why is Kate so uptight? Is she always like that?” I asked.
“Has she always been like that—like when you first met her,” I probed.
“Yes. Pretty much, but she’s a nice person.”
By the way, “nice person” is a code word for “doesn’t put out much.” I mean, she is attractive enough, but from my perspective she doesn’t have much of a personality—just superficial niceness.
“Let me ask a personal question: how often do you guys ‘do it’?”
He responds exasperated, “Once a month on a good month.”
“When’s the last time you’ve done it?” I enquire.
“Probably over a month. I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Yeah. I understand. My wife would like to be like that,” I say.
Jake is surprised. “You wife. No way. I don’t believe it.”
“If I didn’t pretty much demand it, I wouldn’t get it any more often—maybe even less.”
“But she seems so…open.”
“Yeah. Well, she’s more flirty than anything—more tease than please.”
“What about the strip poker comment?” he queries.
“Another tease. She likes the attention.”