A Rollercoaster, The Incredible Hulk, An Intimate Interlude and Me. Say What-a-what?

Well, according to Honey, all hell broke loose. This would probably explain why he woke up this morning grumpy and glaring. I have to set the scene. I’m still laughing as I type this so it may take me a minute. Hahahaha!

Imagine Honey all stern and dark-eyed. Actually tight-lipped too which isn’t his usual style. At least not in the mornings. Anyways, he’s staring at me over his coffee cup and I’m feeling his gaze, if you know what I mean?

Something’s up, so I put my cup on the table. “Problem?”

He matches my move and puts his coffee down as well. “You tell me.”

Can you hear the crickets? They’re so loud they’re deafening me. “Love to, but you’re going to have to give me a clue here first.”

He leans forward with his elbows on his knees and asks, “If The Hulk offered you a ride on a rollercoaster and wanted to get you off during the ride would you let him?”

No lie guys. Those crickets? They were locusts now and I was stuck blinking through them to keep my gaze on a very solemn Honey. Then before I could stop myself I burst out laughing. Bad part about that? Honey wasn’t amused. In fact in a very calm voice he starts to detail this extremely-maybe-he’s-been-working-too-hard dream where I hopped on this coaster with The Hulk. Never mind that green isn’t my color and I prefer my men a little less…erm, how should I put this, Neanderthal, maybe? But I digress. So forget all my objections and assume, like Honey was doing, that I’d get on the damn ride. Bad enough, but then add that I’d let the Hulk *cough-cough* mess around with me. The visual on that alone was enough to turn me green. But Honey paid no attention to my incredulity instead he continued to regale me with all the things I did during his rather comic-erotic dream that I was horrified to be starring in. He ends it with:

“And after your screams of ecstasy broke the coaster the f*cker picked you up and walked out of the park. You went with him and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why.”

A couple of things occurred to me at once. First, Honey had an overactive imagination. Second he was jealous over a dream, and third he was waiting for me to explain the why of it. Now most women in a similar situation would have waved it off or said, “you’re nuts, it was only a dream.” But not me.

“Gee, I was totally and utterly exhausted, so I couldn’t very walk out of the park on my own two shaky legs, could I?”

At this point Honey snapped straight up. “What?”

Yeah, I may not have thought that response through all the way. Eek! I haven’t seen his eyes that sparkly since he showed up at my door when we were broken up as kids and I was going out with the fireman. His name was Kevin and all I remember about him was that he ordered a giraffe of wine. I don’t think I heard anything else the poor guy had to say after the guffaw I was too busy thinking about Honey taking off on his motorcycle. God he looked great. *sigh* Where was I? Oh, right. So there Honey was all furious because of my answer – which was kind of funny and not funny at all. It was time to toss the water to douse the flames.

“Relax. I didn’t go with him, you idiot, how could I? You would have kicked his ass.” That seemed to appease him and when he sat back I asked, “What were you watching on TV last night.”

He looked away. “A documentary.”

I sat forward and hiked a brow. “On?”

“Lou Farrigno.”

“Um hm.” Of course I guessed it had to be something like that as I already knew where the rollercoaster idea came from. My hero and heroine in Reputable Surrender. I wrote then read Honey that particular scene before we went to bed. >:) “I bet it was interesting.”

“Yes.” He turned to look at me again. “Did you know that the scene where he flipped that car in the rain was actually him flipping the car?” I didn’t and what’s more I wasn’t terribly interested, but I let Honey get the man crush out of his system. “They were filming that scene in the rain and Lou had spent ten hours or so in costume, and when the lift thing didn’t work and he’d thought they’d have to reshoot the whole thing all over again, he actually hoisted the car up and pushed it over that embankment out of frustration with sheer brute strength.”

Man envy? Check.

Rollercoaster ride and sex? Check, check.

It’s no wonder the guy had that dream. Only…? “Oh dear.” I sighed and leaned back, crossing my arms.

“What?”

“I thought you were jealous of me being with The Hulk, but it’s the other way around.”

“Excuse me?”

I had to bite my lip SO hard not to laugh at this point. The look on his face? Hilarious.

“I think you have a man crush.”

“And I think you better rethink that.”

I narrowed my eyes and studied him for a second or two and then I said, “Okay, but only if you rethink that stupid dream. I wouldn’t get on that rollercoaster with The Hulk.”

Honey was in the process of picking up his coffee mug again when he paused and shot a look at me. I didn’t blame him because I’d purposely made it sound as if I’d get on with someone else, and he knew who it was. “You’d get on that ride with Michael Kavanagh though, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course.”

Lol! Now he was mad at my hero. Man, there was just no winning with the guy this morning.

Oop, *heheheh* *cock’s an ear* Was that my phone ringing? Why yes it was. It was Honey calling me to say that when he got home he planned on changing my mind about that ride…so, given a moment to think about it, there is winning involved. *huffs a breath on my curled fingers and then dusts off my left shoulder* Yes. It would appear as if my work here is done.

Riley *beaming* as she looks forward to tonight. Maybe I shall wear green for the occasion.