The stallion recounted a hilarious if not tragic story of our brief affair. ‘You make love to me and then you disappear for two weeks and don’t call me. Then you write me a letter and say that I am not the one and you feel like you cheated on your wife even though you are not married and don’t even have a girlfriend, but you just haven’t met her yet, whatever that means. You wouldn’t even give us a chance. Then you show up on my doorstep two weeks later and want to hang out as friends. Then when I protest you tell me to fuck off and die. then you show up again a month later and want to be friends and call me everyday for six months till we become friends again and now every time I mention another man you run around screaming in a jealous fit of anger but refuse to consider us anything but friends. So you wonder why I am hesitant to get close to you again. I like you Fishy but I shouldn’t; you are a freak.”
O.k. so I have some issues. No wonder. But seriously. I cannot get this woman off of my mind. This mystery woman that I feel so close now. the one I have seen in my mind and felt in my heart for over three years now. there are so many beautiful girls in my life and have been, I could have been with any of them. they were all in their own way the girl that got away; but I have this sneaking suspicion call it intuition that we know when we know and we know when we don’t know. so when I know I will know.
It was 40 degrees today and I am getting used to it. although my fingers are always fucking freezing. And my legs hurt from climbing subway stairs all the time.
