- マイケル・グリーン（Michael Green）
353 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 12:05:41 ID:UiVyAoZl - not kidding. He was the most boring guy I ever listened to. And you could tell h
is date wasn't even interested in the goddam game, but she was even funnier-look
ing than he was, so I guess she had to listen. Real ugly girls have it tough. I
feel so sorry for them sometimes. Sometimes I can't even look at them, especiall
y if they're with some dopey guy that's telling them all about a goddam football
game. On my right, the conversation was even worse, though. On my right there w
as this very Joe Yale-looking guy, in a gray flannel suit and one of those flitt
y-looking Tattersall vests. All those Ivy League bastards look alike. My father
wants me to go to Yale, or maybe Princeton, but I swear, I wouldn't go to one of
those Ivy League colleges, if I was dying, for God's sake. Anyway, this Joe Yal
| - マイケル・グリーン（Michael Green）
373 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 12:14:21 ID:UiVyAoZl - somebody's car, there's always somebody's date in the front seat--some girl, I m
ean--that always wants to know what's going on all over the whole goddam car. I
mean some girl in front keeps turning around to see what the hell's going on. An
yway, something always happens. I came quite close to doing it a couple of times
, though. One time in particular, I remember. Something went wrong, though --I d
on't even remember what any more. The thing is, most of the time when you're com
ing pretty close to doing it with a girl--a girl that isn't a prostitute or anyt
hing, I mean--she keeps telling you to stop. The trouble with me is, I stop. Mos
t guys don't. I can't help it. You never know whether they really want you to st
op, or whether they're just scared as hell, or whether they're just telling you
| - マイケル・グリーン（Michael Green）
380 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。[sage]：2010/07/25(日) 12:18:05 ID:UiVyAoZl - "Old enough to know better," she said. She was really witty. "Ya got a w
atch on ya?" she asked me again, and then she stood up and pulled her dress over
her head.
I certainly felt peculiar when she did that. I mean she did it so sudden
and all. I know you're supposed to feel pretty sexy when somebody gets up and p
ulls their dress over their head, but I didn't. Sexy was about the last thing I
was feeling. I felt much more depressed than sexy.
"Ya got a watch on ya, hey?"
"No. No, I don't," I said. Boy, was I feeling peculiar. "What's your nam
e?" I asked her. All she had on was this pink slip. It was really quite embarras
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