went over to Lisa's house and watched her gay best-friend flirt with
I-Know-It-All last night while I pretended to have fun eating sunchokes
and playing a kids cards game with Lisa's boys. I-Know-It-All said I
acted crazy and confusing the other night when I walked away with some
friends because she was acting full of herself again, but I said sorry
anyway and planned to have a good time. I ate enough homemade pizza
then hid under an umbrella while I tried to hide from Book Seller who
was seeing a jazz band at the Cat's Eye. We were bumping into people
trying to dance next to a blond woman who was a singer for Dead Motions
and I lived it up cause I hadn't been around people all day. But Book
Seller wanted to be somewhere else, so we walked in the rain drops to
Bertha's Muscles and I tried not to think about how I bad I wanted
some. I hadn't made up my mind yet whether I wanted to flirt, or
whether I wanted to just beat around the night with a guy friend. But I
felt like flirting was what I should do because that's what
all my friends do: talk about finding dates from friends of friends or
hang-outs. Personally I'm just waiting for the guy that is mature
enough to take out the trash er...to want to take out the
trash and help with dishes. In addition I'm waiting out the odds that
if I get married later I'll have less of a chance of getting a divorce. But
I chose the latter and I told myself why don't I just be friends with
Book Seller, but this made me flirt for some reason and so Book Seller
and I walked back from the cello player in the rain drops to my car. We
kissed and then would stop to hear the lyrics to the At War with the Mystics album
by the Flaming Lips, which he said sounded like Prince was singing
back-up. I've been on my search for Steven Drozd and Book Seller
reminded me of him by the way he looked out the window, sad-like,
looking depressed and so I felt at ease. |
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