"Your Friends Aren't as Good as Mine!"

“I feel offended!” his girlfriend told him, about the porn movies he had brought home from the video store. “I also don't want to have to discuss it anymore! You'll just have to go back with them - and that is without watching them - neither with me, alone, nor with anyone else!”

“I consider it to be a weird thing that you complained the other day, then, about that sex wasn't put forward as a something for anyone to consider a good thing! Because that's exactly what these movies do! Isn't it?!”

She sighed. Then she answered: “No I cannot watch those movies and feel that it really is good, anymore! Now, please bring those away and see them as the rubbish that I just can't pertain to!”

“Then how come you complained about - my immaturity you called it - the other day, when I was simply not okaying that kind of simple-minded sex that you where asking for?”

“That's because that's when I felt like it! Eventually you will also not feel like it any other way than for the sake of being immature about one's own partnership, and then not look into other people's!”

“I feel like seeing one of them, at least, with you! Because, if you're not prejudgement, then you can see, probably, in it that it isn't all about porn! You know, I asked the video-store clerks rather thoroughly to pick films that were sophisticated - and even family friendly! You know, I said that to them!”

She looked at them and read the cover presentations on two of them, then chose one. “Okay,” she said, indicating that one, “I'll go for watching it! But don't you consider yourself, now, to be smart or something! Because I'm only agreeing for the sake of being in a steady enough relationship! So if you consider this to be a bad choice, you will have to deal with that later, I assure you!”

He looked a bit surprised. “Well, okay, then, I guess,” he said after a short nonplussed silence. “I consider this to be just as good a choice as the other one - and almost as good as any of the three others!”

She looked sternly at them. “Which one of those would you prefer then?!” she asked quite indignantly.

He gave a short sigh that was almost like a laughter. Then he pointed at one of them. “That one,” he declared, “is into describing why I should be into filthiness in the way that you proposed! At least that is what one of the store clerks said!”

“I don't believe that store clerk has any imagination about what a woman could be like when she is into having a party with some of his friends, but then not being able to find out what these friends are about except for to the extent he is filthy about them!”

He looked disappointed. “Then how come my friends and not yours should be considered a nuisance unless there's a tendency of filth with them - for you with yours just as much as for me with mine!?”

“Because you don't consider your friends to be anything but security against that I should have my say of what I consider to be good for our relationship! Thereby they should adapt themselves - and you should too - to that they are totally dominant unless they are into the humility of being filthy!”

He looked astonished. Then he said: “If that's what you're really after, then why tend to try, even, to get me there!? You should be getting yourself a faggot, and then consider him to be the choice of your life, I think!”

She sighed. “I'm sorry, Harold!” she said. “But they are all so obnoxious, those faggots! Therefore you and I should fix it a little so that I can consider myself a good enough lady for the companionship of your friends! Or how else do you consider there to be any potential understanding between them and me - or whomever else you might have for a partner?! ... Thereby, also, you should consider yourself very educated now about what a woman needs to be a spouse!”

“I can't see how come they all should be tending to be homosexual just for the sake of the understanding there might thereby perhaps be between them and you! I cannot see why they should have to reconsider their heterosexuality just because they don't fit into your picture of what they should be! How come you feel that your heterosexuality is so much more worth than any man's - including mine, I guess, you little rascal you!”

“I don't have any sympathy whatsoever for the thought of having to complain about the type of fellow that doesn't tend to be heterosexual about me. But at the same time, I don't consider it to be a virtue to demand of them never to be into sex of their own kind! Therefore I prefer them to be faggots and I consider you a faggot to the extent you can fit into my view of things and how they aught to be!”

“I can't for that sake become a faggot! Now I want to end this relationship!”