"Yes, and this one's a model. I'm taking her to that new rustic restaurant by the river. I'm expecting a special night!"
"How do you do it?!" I exclaimed. "A new great-looking woman every night!"
"Some of us got it," he replied with his typical modesty.
"Well, I'll be here with my stamp collection. Later I'll drink a warm glass of milk and watch Mr. Johnny Carson."
Of course, role reversal can be fun.
Like how I completely switched roles of Russell and me in the story above!
Well, this time around I made only a tenuous connection to the picture prompt above to pull a switch and give Russell my personality and make me out to be like him. In reality my special night with the super model turned out to be super, while Russell was pleased to find a Rutherford B. Hayes stamp in his collection which he carried around for months.
The other Friday Fictioneers have hopefully been more true to the picture prompt and you can find their takes on it by clicking right here.
Yes, poor Russell. I wonder if it's too late to give him some pointers?
Perry! you got your story in early this week. Poor Russell, stamp collecting while you take beautiful women to rustic restaurants, or is the other way around? I get awfully confused.
A new date every night might get exhausting! I think I might like a home with some stamps too, lol.
Maybe the stamp would collect millions... :-) while collecting supermodels is quite pricey... in the end roles could reverse again.
Boys and their toys!
I'm the one with the super models and he's the stamp collector! Or so it is in this totally fictitious story.
I might like to be 30 years younger and with the date every night. Right now I wouldn't be able to handle a date every month.
Nah, I like it this way.
Yeah, Russell and his stamps - knock yourself out, big guy.
And there was I anticipating the collapse of the restaurant - role reversal with my own story, perhaps?
Hilarious, Perry. I want to hear what Russell has to say. Happy stamp collecting. Well done. :D --- Suzanne
This is too funny. It has to be rustic, no less. Maybe switch the milk with something a bit more fashionable... herb tea perhaps?
I'm impressed at how well you captured my modesty and humility. I wonder how many readers actually fell for the role reversal scenario?
As for my stamp collection, Rutherford B. Hayes is nothing to sneeze at, and don't forget Grover Cleveland whose daughter, Ruth, had a candy bar named after her.
And one more thing, don't expect me to stay up for the Tonight Show. You know I usually doze off right after Wheel of Fortune.
What a rich fantasy life you have, collecting rare stamps and all. Please imagine that I used a winking emoji.
No, you just had no faith in Russell and me to be cool guys. Well-placed lack of faith too!
No, he's the stamp collector, I'm the cool guy!
I thought that might be one switch too many after the silly switch in which Russell was the cool guy - ha!ha!ha!- and I was loser. Boy is that ridiculous! Oh, btw, got a William Howard Taft stamp by any chance?
Fell for the role reversal scenario? What have you been smoking? Sure I could have talked about your bird watching, shuffleboard mastery, or presidency of the Partridge Family fan club, but why embarrass you more? Wheel of Fortune wasn't on back in the day, but you did usually fall asleep after The Streets of San Francisco, a Quinn Martin Production. Oh well, Mr. Johnny Carson isn't on anymore anyway.
Not an emoji!
mr. perry, what have you been smoking lately? just kidding, of course. :)
I haven't been smoking it lately, but I guess there's strong residual effect.
I enjoyed reading this.
Thank you! And Russell, looking up from his stamp collection, thanks you too.
And what of your date with the super model, Perry? It seems to be you're more concerned with your dear friend Russell. Oh, how sweet of you. I'm sure you brought him home some dessert from the rustic restaurant. :)
The date with the super model was everything you could expect from an imaginary date. And I did bring some terrific desert home for Russell too, and it was just as wonderful and imaginary as the date.
You left your stamp on this story alright.
Yes, but it wasn't a Rutherford B. Hayes!
It's good for us to put ourselves in another person's shoes sometimes. Makes us appreciate what we've got. Is that what you were doing there, Perry?
Absolutely. And having stepped into Russell's shoes, I don't want to step in what I just stepped in ever again.
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