"The New Frontier" by Jess Walter in The Barcelona Review

He never seems to fully exhale. I imagine he has oxygen in his lungs from 1990. He shaves his balding head and runs his hand constantly over the ridge on top, which looks like the drive train of a pickup. He'll never get married because I don't need no ring to get no pussy. I think he's unaware of the double negative. He tells me he has four girlfriends back in Spokane, two of whom are married. He liked married women because they're used to being fucked bad. Again, I don't know if this is preferable because he plans to have bad sex with them or because his superior sex impresses them. When I ask for clarification, he just stares at me. Read story here.