This six-sentence story was also published in a book called "6S Mind Games." See the link below.
Kenny has had a lot of trouble with women and has pretty much decided to give them up, unable to take much more vexation, the fighting instability and confusion they bring to his life, and though they slip away with a detachment Kenny wished he possessed, still they call and want to talk.
Why don't they leave me alone with the booze and TV if they don't want me around, he often thinks to himself.
Every day one or the other phones to ask how he is, is he back to painting, how the dog is, what he is doing, did he get his car fixed, his pancreas checked out, voicing a concern he doubts they really feel, having experienced the worst they have to offer.
Each day he dissembles, becoming adept at the meaningless rejoinder until they decide to hang up, after he's missed half the program he was watching.
Before the call he felt fine but now he's reminded of things he'd rather forget but they never let you entirely forget; women do not like to be relegated to history even though they were hellbent on leaving in the first place, at least the women Kenny has known.
After the call, he can't get back into the program, so rudely interrupted, he thinks, but fortunately, he can always get back into the booze which in the end, is all the company he really needs since giving up women, and that they know this is why they keep phoning, still bitter over coming in second and hoping to better their odds.
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