“It’s not what you think.
In fact, you are so far off the trail, caught up in in a heedy mixture of confusing lust for love that you can’t even see what’s going on right before your very eyes.”
The two women sat discussing the state of affairs whilst sipping Cosmopolitans at the island bar next to the fishing village.
“Tell me something….” began the brunette.
“Have you ever heard of the iceberg theory?”
The blonde shook her head and signalled to the bar boy.
“No…..” she replied.
“I haven’t heard of the Iceberg theory, and I can’t see what a frozen iceberg has to do with a tropical romance, a bar at the local fishing village and drinking legendary pink cocktails? But let me guess….you’re going to tell me all about it huh?”
The brunette shook her head.
No can do lovely….this one is for you to figure out.”
The brunette caught the attention of the bar boy again, and motioned him over to the table.
“Two glasses please….
but this time….
Keep the pink, but change the drink
This time, can you bring two glasses?
And mix up the Muddled Rebuttal.
Fill one with a large chunk of ice.
And the other?
5 ice blocks.
No more. No less.”
The bar boy looked at the woman curiously and repeated the order.
You want 2 Muddled Rebuttal cocktails in 2 glasses.
One with a large chunk of ice.
One with 5 ice blocks only.
He cocked his head to the side and looked at the woman quizzically.
She looked at him with a broad grin across her face and nodded.
My friend here needs an explanation and other than a good drink and old fashioned story, I can’t think of a better way for her to figure it out for herself.”
The bar boy nodded in confusion and left the girls alone to watch the fisherman gather around the boat that had just pulled up to shore.