On the bathing night in question, there were bubbles and candles and rose petals and wine.
(On a Wednesday! Sometimes I’m awesome.)
We climbed in, and chatted about our day, and I rubbed his feet, and then he told me he had been obsessively listening to a song that made him think about me.
Awwwwww, I said, super naked.
But he continued. The song was called “The Curse.”
Awwwwww?
It was about a zombie who comes to life when he falls in love with a beautiful girl. For a while they walk the earth together, alive and in love, but eventually it becomes clear that his liveliness has only occurred as a result of his zombie nature — he went ahead and sucked out the beautiful girl’s life force. So she starts to wither and gray and ultimately must go to bed a shell of her former self. He then leaves her and dates other live women.
— What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding (Kristin Newman), Loc. 3024–30