Two Voices: That’s When I Knew #2

Voice 1: In the Light

I remember it was a Saturday afternoon. We’d been going out for about a month. We were at his house. The TV was on – some home makeover programme which we were only really half-watching – and the sun, that low winter afternoon sun, was streaming in the windows. It must have just reached a certain spot on the wall and suddenly the TV screen was just unwatchable with the glare. And I remember being really aware that I was looking at the reflection of us on the sofa together. And I realised that this didn’t feel comfortable and we didn’t look comfortable – like, at ease – next to each other. I think he was aware of it too. It could’ve been a funny thing, or something silly to remark on, but I think we both just felt embarrassed seeing ourselves together. So that’s when I knew.

Two Voices NightTime Voice 2: In the Dark

This is going to sound really daft, but he honestly had no idea of what a ‘bed voice’ is. I don’t mean anything sexy or smoochy – which he totally thought I did. I mean that when you’re talking in bed, at night, that you don’t just use a normal speaking volume. He totally didn’t get that. He would just start up these conversations in the dark in his normal voice. I’d go, like, ‘sshhhh – speak softer’ – and when I said about whispering and having a bed voice, he’d just make fun and pretend to go all husky and sexy. It’s not what I meant at all. He said why should we whisper when we’re the only ones in the house? I said, because it’s night time. Everyone whispers at night. He didn’t get that at all. I think I just wanted someone who did.

 

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About Stevie Mitchell

I come from a long line of cartoons and beer. I was once peed on by a tiger. Hoping the resultant super-powers are yet to come, cos if these are they, then, grrrr....
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2 Responses to Two Voices: That’s When I Knew #2

  1. weebluebirdie says:

    I’m enjoying these additions to your posts. I like the spontaneous feeling they have of conversations overheard in a cafe.

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