On (or close to) Schedule

Meet Syd

Location: 9:40 yest, the Midtown Tunnel
Mood: possibly sick again
Music: no sympathy come around and I'm in between the layers

As I said, it didn't work out with me and Fiona. I need a camera with anti-shake - you know why. So, above is my new camera - Syd (after Sydney Wayser).

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Roomie:

Her: That's cheating.

Me: I don't say I'm gay, they just ask and I politely decline to answer. Besides, how's it cheating?

Her: It's dishonest! You're not gay and you should tell them right away.

Me: (rolling eyes) Please. Men don't wear three-inch heels, makeup, or anything that starts with the words "push up." What you see is what you get. I assure you, there's been more than one time when I don't even recognize the girl the next time around.

Her: (ignoring comment) So how to they find out you're not?

Me: (laughing) That's a whole different conversation.

Friend:

Me: I have no idea why I keep meeting chicks that are so young.

Her: I think it's how you dress.

Me: (puzzled) How I dress? How should I dress?

Her: Have you ever thought about shopping at the Gap?

Me: (pause) No.

Labels: dialogue, Syd