Okay guys, here comes chapter 2. Figured I might need to make it a slightly easier song this time. Props to Gothic-Romantic99 for guessing the song- Same Old Lang Syne by Dan Fogelberg. Good job!
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Miriam snorted in her sleep and rolled over, taking most of the blankets with her. Bob, still awake, rolled his eyes and yanked them back.
Having retrieved his share of the bedclothes, he returned to his previous task of pondering cell phone contracts for the Beeper Emporium. Miriam interrupted him once more by throwing out an arm and sending a multitude of plastic cups clattering to the floor.
"Criminy, Miriam." Bob muttered under his breath. He put down his paperwork and pondered his wife. Miriam lay sprawled across the bed; one arm possessively wrapped around the pitcher to one of her many blenders. Only his ridiculous wife would cuddle a blender. Her nightstand was littered with multi-colored smoothie cups, many of which now resided on the floor.
He couldn't stand it anymore. At least when Olga had been home Bob had been taken care of. She was always cooking and cleaning house. But she was gone now, married off to some banker. Helga too, off traveling Europe with that Alfred guy. All Bob has was Miriam, and he was tired of her.
Fed up with his pitiful excuse of marital relations, Bob threw off his blankets and stalked down to the kitchen. A newspaper lay messily on the table, and he idly picked it up.
A personal ad caught his attention; the woman described herself as young (at heart), tall, and blonde. Bob scanned her list of preferences which included walks on the Cape and piña coladas. She was looking for a man with brains, but was not hung up on looks.
Thinking of his dull wife asleep upstairs, Bob made up his mind. He dashed off a reply, including a request to meet him at a restaurant the next week.
One week later
Bob sat at a table for two, glancing around somewhat nervously. He caught himself actually chewing a thumbnail and mentally kicked himself. He was Big Bob, the Beeper King! Nothing made him nervous! Suddenly, the door opened. A chill involuntarily went down bob's spine as a tall woman walked in.
As agreed, she was wearing a blue dress. A very familiar blue dress. Bob stood up in shock as he watched Miriam walk towards him, a similar look on her face.
"B?"
"Miriam?!"
Both stood for a moment, completely floored. Then Bob slowly spoke, not totally sure what to say.
"I- didn't know you liked piña coladas, Miriam." For once Miriam smiled at him, her eyes unclouded by her usual dazed stupor. She laughed and took her husband's arm."
"You've got a lot to learn, B."