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You heart me Location: 1993 in my head Mood: melancholy Music: It's a little bit funny  Her: I think you (draws a heart in the air) me. (laughs) Why does our meeting have to mean something? Can't it just be we met and I just had too much to drink? Me: Because I want so bad for it to mean something. That's why you can't be the girl. ---------- Friday, meet up with WM and Paolo for a party at Duvet. Not my scene. We bounce and meet up with Elle and company for some rum and beer at Reservoir. Meet a girlie who thinks I look too young. I tell her I'm not. On the subway going up, I bump into three lovely young German women, smile and say, Hallo, habe ich ein Witz fuer euch - ein Typ...usw, usw, usw... Saturday, see the girl that I thought was the Ship in the Night Girl who says the above. We chat from midnight to four again before I put her in a cab and take the long walk home, just for old times sake. Walking home I think of something: this girl has green eyes. The SING had green eyes. I think. You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue. Sunday, meet up with Rain downtown to do a month's worth of laundry. He makes me stand on a plank of wood he's cutting with a powersaw as my whites hit the rinse cycle. Later that night, attend Cappy's wedding an upscale midtown Greek restaurant. I see friends I've not seen in 15 years. They ask me how I am and I lie and say I'm fine. Outside, take a picture of the attractive hostess who looks up at the sky and tell her that I won't take her number but I'll give her mine. She smiles and says that very gentlemanly. It's my turn to laugh as I hand her my card. Of course, she's 21, but not, however, a pescatarian. ---------- Her: I think you want the drama. You like the drama. Me: I really, really, do not. Her: What if it did mean something? But not what you were hoping. What if we did connect, but as friends?Me: (laugh, lean into her ear) I think you heart me. Her: (leans into my ear) That's my line. You can't take my line.Me: I just did.   Labels: Cornell, long walk home, New York City, NYC, pescatarians, single life  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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