Pale, Rested and Ready

I’m back from the wilds of San Francisco, where fleece is formal wear and it’s perfectly OK – nay, encouraged! – to look strangers in the eye and say hello when you run into them in the street.

As is usually the case when I return from an extended trip anywhere, I am:

1) Suffering from insomnia. Check that timestamp!
2) Deluged with work.
3) Mysteriously on the rocks with the guy I’d been seeing before I left.

As for the last item, well, here’s the best way to sum it up. Yesterday, when things became apparent that things were in the ol’ shitter, I had the following conversation with a friend on IM.

Me: Will you come visit me when I’m in the convent?

Him: I will if there’s booze!

Me: It’ll be an Irish convent. There will be booze.

Him: OK, then. What’s going on?

Me:
Oh, my God. It’s so boring. It’s so boring I can’t even go into it. I’m bored just thinking about it.

Him: I love boring!

Me: Boy stuff. The usual: “I love you, I love you, I love you … I will get a restraining order.”

Him: What happened?

Me: I dunno. Maybe I shouldn’t have called him “daddy” and hit him with a roll of quarters. It’s so hard to tell, though. I mean, how can any of us know what other people like?

Him: Hey, if he doesn’t like that, he has larger problems than you can solve.

Me:
Right?

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7 thoughts on “Pale, Rested and Ready

  1. oh jennis smash! how i wish you could be tempted by teh joys of sapphism (and i were in NYC to take advantage!)

    you crack me up!

    kx

  2. It’s only hot if you hit them with a sock full of quarters, like Charles Bronson in “Death Wish.” A roll of quarters, notsomcuh.

    If he don’t love it when you call him Big Poppa, then he ain’t a true playa, so thow your smashHands in the ayah.

    –Taupey

  3. maybe Ms. P let the guy know about you and Luke the dog. I mean you did look at his pee pee. That’s kind of like dating in some circles

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