Adjusting, a story of after-Addergoole
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aldersprigA drabble: Phelen from Addergoole, once he's in college
After Addergoole, college classwork wasn't giving Phelen any trouble. Dorm life wasn't bothering him, either, even with a roommate. He'd never had a room to himself at Addergoole for more than a few weeks, after all.
Dating, on the other hand...
"You don't really understand girls at all, do you?"
It was Caroline, who he'd been more than a little fond of, and she was glaring at him in that exasperated way that he'd seen way too much of in the last six months.
He considered and discarded several unhelpful answers, all of them honest, including: I do have a daughter, you know.
"Girls here are different from at my last school." That one was technically accurate, while giving entirely a different impression than the truth. Caroline wasn't that different from Shiva or Magnolia, for instance, in personality. Just from the girls he'd Kept.
"Well, wherever you came from, take my advice - stop trying to control your dates' lives. It's not going to work, and you're going to end up single and miserable for the rest of your life."
Some girls like it. He looked hang-dog at her, the way that had sometimes worked on Caroline. "Thanks for the advice. I don't suppose you'd give it another try?"
"No, no I don't think I will. Good luck in your life, Phelen."
"What's that, number seven?" His roommate wasn't the most sympathetic guy in the world.
"Five."
"Man, you bring them home, you seal the deal, and you... blow it up a week later. What the hell?"
"I think," that he needed a good Keptie. "I need another sort of girl."
After Addergoole, college classwork wasn't giving Phelen any trouble. Dorm life wasn't bothering him, either, even with a roommate. He'd never had a room to himself at Addergoole for more than a few weeks, after all.
Dating, on the other hand...
"You don't really understand girls at all, do you?"
It was Caroline, who he'd been more than a little fond of, and she was glaring at him in that exasperated way that he'd seen way too much of in the last six months.
He considered and discarded several unhelpful answers, all of them honest, including: I do have a daughter, you know.
"Girls here are different from at my last school." That one was technically accurate, while giving entirely a different impression than the truth. Caroline wasn't that different from Shiva or Magnolia, for instance, in personality. Just from the girls he'd Kept.
"Well, wherever you came from, take my advice - stop trying to control your dates' lives. It's not going to work, and you're going to end up single and miserable for the rest of your life."
Some girls like it. He looked hang-dog at her, the way that had sometimes worked on Caroline. "Thanks for the advice. I don't suppose you'd give it another try?"
"No, no I don't think I will. Good luck in your life, Phelen."
"What's that, number seven?" His roommate wasn't the most sympathetic guy in the world.
"Five."
"Man, you bring them home, you seal the deal, and you... blow it up a week later. What the hell?"
"I think," that he needed a good Keptie. "I need another sort of girl."
