My lady friends ask me for love advice- mostly of the "how to seduce a man, how to dump a man, how do I know he's worthy" variety. Why should any 2 particular human beings choose or unchoose each other? Why should I know anything about this...
For the last few weeks, C has been kindly providing me escort service from the Bart station. He usually leaves when I leave and we rendez-vous somewhere midway usually around the two benches in front of a basketball court. On Monday, he spied me coming round the corner, so he sat on the southerly bench with his cheeks hidng behind an upturned collar looking very suspicious indeed. I don't know why but this cracked me up mightily. The next day, he met me in the parking lot of the Bart; he told me he was going to sit on the bench with his shirt off and tied around his head except... Except a band of young Asian girls playing basketball foiled his plans. He didn't want to look like a pervert. On Wednesday, he said he almost dragged a blue plastic Ross Dress For Less shopping cart all the way to meet me; the runaway cart had been hanging about for several days off the corner of Page and Stannage . Of course it would have made such a rattle, he would have given up probably after a block. But he got just as much mileage out of a prank as I cracked up mightily when he told me. Either C has unnatural powers over me because I think he is so funny, or he has unnatural powers over me and that's why I think he is funny.
My mother always likes to point out that Solzhenitsyn has barbed wire fence all around his Connecticut compound. Indeed we love our self constructed prisons.
No comments:
Post a Comment