The Beer Tastes Weird

You take a sip of the beer, it tastes good, but odd. “What type of beer is this?” You ask Charles.

“Oh it’s something the Neighborhood Association gave me for moving in,” he says. You notice he isn’t drinking the same beer. “It’s too hoppy for my tastes.”

You sit down on the couch as Charles sits in the arm chair.

“This house must have cost a lot,” you say. Still drinking the beer. The carbonation tickling the back of your throat.

“More than you can imagine,” he says, “The Houses here are quite sought after. Especially by those in positions like mine.”

“How’s that?” You drink a bit more.

“You can’t trust anyone. I’ve gone on five dates in the last few years. All those women just wanted me for my money. I’ve checked back in on a couple of them too. Married some older men who are to easy to say yes to a pretty face. Then divorced him and took half of his money.”

“Didn’t they ever hear of a prenup?” You say laughing. Beer nearly empty.

“Yeah... I just wish I could find a nice woman who loved me unconditionally... who would never leave me, and who was perfect.”

“You and me both,” you say as you finish off the beer.