That JC is a miracle worker. I look so much better. |
I need to lose 30 pounds before Friday. |
So I invite her over, her name's Cerise. Like the color. |
"Oh, hi." It's one of those awkward things, do you just smile and nod, shake hands, oh, we're hugging. Okay. |
I get the pizza and drinks and she talks for 2 and half hours about her work in a lesbian food co-op in Park Slope. |
She's been reading early 19th century philosophers, Heidegger and Schopenhauer. "What are you reading right now?" "Um, I have a book on cleaning, one on mechanical and a cookbook." |
"You need to expand your mind. Schopenhauer did not believe that people had individual wills but were rather simply part of a vast and single will that pervades the universe..." As I look at her I realize she's really not that attractive. Can I make out with her? Do I want to? |
When she takes a breath I do the old yawning with my arms up and put my arm around her shoulder. |
Pretty soon we're making out a little bit. |
She goes out to make another round of drinks and I think she's really into me. |
"Hi!" |
We make out a little more on the front stoop. |
And we go to bed. |
We don't get very far when the phone rings. "I have to get that, it could be my gay boyfriend." |
What is she doing? |
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