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Swept Away Location: my living room Mood: cautious Music: I know exactly how he feels  Me: You'll meet her Friday - don't tell me what you think of her. Him: Don't tell you? Me: No. Cause I think she's amazing and don't wanna hear it any other way. Friday was Paul's B-day so we headed down to our usual joint. Some shots, some rum, some conversation. The usual NYC twirl. Bumped into a curly-haired blond downtown and she said "Excuse you," with a big toothy smile. I smiled back politely but slipped out the door with Heartgirl by 1AM. Her: Your friends are nice. I can see why you're friends with them. That's not always the case. Me: I'm 35. (pause) Got ridda mosta the jerks by now. Spent mosta Saturday and alla Sunday by myself. Me time is always a good time. Chatted with PCD online for a bit. PCD: You're like an imaginary person now. Me: I find that both funny and sad. Why is that? Her: Because we aren't real life friends Me: Because we never see each other? (thinking) I try to see things from Heartgirl's point of view, if there was a guy she liked a lot and saw him regularly, I'd be a little peeved. (pause) She knows I'd never cheat on her. But I also told her that you were kind and good and that kind and good people we should keep around. I do consider us real friends. Her: I know. Just have a fun vacation, ok? ---------- Her: I kind of feel that I...I just got swept up in my own life. How weird is that? To get swept away by your own life? At the party, met a friend that was easing into single life as I was easing out. One minute, I'm 27 and walking outta the Harbor Hotel in Beijing to a waiting car wearing Valentino and a Speedmaster. The next minute, I'm 33 and out both a girlfriend and alla my scratch. Then the next hot minute, I'm here. Telling my secrets to reeds and strangers. And thinking of a girlie I didn't know existed before 4/7/2008.The problem with being half-asleep alla time is that reality and dreams blur. There've been plenty of times I thought something was something, but just turned out to be a lotta nuthin. Kinda wonder if this'll all just turn out to be nuthin at all. Man...that would suck. Me: Yeah, I know what you mean. ---------- Supposed to be the coldest weather here in NYC in 15 years. But I'm leaving this week for sunnier climates and'll, thankfully, miss it. I'll write when I can. YASYCTAI: Get ridda mosta your jerks. Screw em. (time/3 pts) Labels: dialogue, hope, insomnia, nostalgia, usual twirl  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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