- I vividly recall the first time I saw you. You were sitting at the bar, reading a C.S. Lewis novel and drinking scotch. I didn't know what I was getting into.
- Our "friendship" has a strange, flirtatious dynamic that I’ll never understand. Perhaps we've stumbled upon the secret to storybook romance: It can only be achieved between a gay man and a lesbian.
- I love that your text messages contain full sentences and proper grammar, even when you’ve been drinking. I reread these message more frequently than I care to admit.
- If anything, you become more loquacious when you’re intoxicated, using words like rapacious, erroneous and lissome. I can't be held accountable for my actions when you text me such lovely adjectives.
- I am way too old (and way too unavailable) for this heart-pounding, palm-sweating nonsense every time the phone rings.
- Especially since it’s never you calling.
- I'm agonizing over what to wear on our "date" tonight. My old standby- mens jeans, v-neck shirt, and leather jacket- doesn't seem worthy.
- Maybe I should wear a suit?
- DAMN I should've worn a suit!
- Listening to The Mountain Goats will always remind me of my hand on the small of your back and your face grinning up into the stage lights.
- I blush uncontrollably when you introduce to me to friends and family as your "boyfriend".
- There's an entire neighborhood full of people in Chicago who probably think I'm a transvestite.
- At brunch this morning, you gazed across the table at me and purred "My mom can't wait to meet you..."
- I wish the truth was half as interesting as the lies I tell myself about you.
- I thought it was oh-so-rebellious to start drinking at 10 AM on Saturday morning, after I've spent the night with you.
- But you do that every morning.
- You're an alcoholic.
- After going several weeks without seeing you, I forget the details of your face. Then, upon our next meeting, your eyes find mine across a crowded bar and the sight of you takes my breath away.
- Almost worth the time spent apart.
- Almost.
- When I saw you on the sidewalk last night, through a haze of alcohol and humanity, you crossed the street to avoid me. Fuck.
- How appropriate that you'd stumble back into my life on Halloween night, considering the monster you turned out to be.
- Are we really...moving in together? God help us both.
- Do you remember choking me unconscious and leaving me outside in the snow?
- No, you don't. You were drunk.
mar 2 2011 ∞
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