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Sex and Irritation : 11.09.03 @ 1:18 am It's 12:40. My entire family needs therepy.
I was working at Sean's (friend who works at a toy store) store. Only the store was in the middle of the country, on a road with no street lights that just went on forever. Sean wasn't there, I was a new employee. The boss was making me close the store by myself. I was all alone. It was then that I realized that all of the toys were turning into sex toys. I was terribly confused, especially when one on display near the cash register started to vibrate off the counter on its own accord. (Sean's comment: "this dream isn't freudian at all")
I said no. I don't want to be a third wheel and her girlfriend wasn't especially appealing. Her girlfriend was *this close* to killing me because M's a big flirt and was flirting with me all day at Pride. I told M's girlfriend to chill - M's not my type. And she's not. Now she's single. You should come play with me, she says. I'm going crazy, I need to get laid, it's been too long. Too long? I laugh. It's been what, a month? Try a year and six months without so much as a real date. Come play. I know you won't, she says. You said I wasn't your type. I never said that. Yes, you did. You told ____ that on the phone last time I saw you. Yea. That's because she wanted to kill me. We could have fun. We could... I wouldn't be much help now anyway, I'm on the rag. Oh well, poo.
I would, I think. Despite her not being my type, despite me not being emotionally attracted to her in that way at all (yet?). /A |