A Conversation At Pulverturm
"So, in all honesty... where is this going? Where are we going? And, what do you, uh, think about me?"
"Well, actually, you'd be... perfect."
"Perfect? Whaddaya mean, perfect? For what?"
"You'd be perfect. For me. As a partner. As a boyfriend. Like, everything about you. Your personality, your whole being... just everything."
"Except?"
"Well, this is going to sound incredibly shallow..."
"I'm older than you."
"Yes."
"And I'm short."
"YES!"
At which point I wordlessly left the conversation and repaired to the bar in order to drown myself in Jack Daniels and Coke.
I had to paraphrase a bit. It's been a couple of weeks since the incident.
And some people actually wonder why I can't get over my appearance or work out my inferiority complex?
This post brought to you by, of course, my friend and confidant Mr. Jack Daniels.
"Well, actually, you'd be... perfect."
"Perfect? Whaddaya mean, perfect? For what?"
"You'd be perfect. For me. As a partner. As a boyfriend. Like, everything about you. Your personality, your whole being... just everything."
"Except?"
"Well, this is going to sound incredibly shallow..."
"I'm older than you."
"Yes."
"And I'm short."
"YES!"
At which point I wordlessly left the conversation and repaired to the bar in order to drown myself in Jack Daniels and Coke.
I had to paraphrase a bit. It's been a couple of weeks since the incident.
And some people actually wonder why I can't get over my appearance or work out my inferiority complex?
This post brought to you by, of course, my friend and confidant Mr. Jack Daniels.