I told my mom about BoyFace tonight and all the goings on of the week. She said, “Have Diane set up a date with him at a restaurant you can see from your apartment. Then you can watch the whole thing.” What the hell, mom? Who would have thought she would be the most vindictive and evil of anyone? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree does it.
I think this is by far one of the best suggestions.
Sigh, I’m really spending way too much time on this little pecker. Christ, I didn’t even mention that Sara and I smoked some pot the other night (that makes twice in one year for me) and did a “drive by” but we were so stoned that we couldn’t find our way out of the alley. It was one of those “you had to be there” events, but we get back behind his building, hoping to see what, I have no clue, but we kept driving back and forth and we couldn’t get out. We were like rats in a maze. So she’s backing up right underneath his living room window and she hits a curb. And all I can think is that we are going to be stuck on this curb and the tow truck is going to have to come and BoyFace is going to see all of this from his window. Then I’ll always be the crazy girl he met on the internet who stalked him, crashed under his window and was towed away and probably arrested. I don’t want to be his good story – I want him to be my good story.
Sammy (the love of my life) has taken to staring at weird things. I caught him staring at the wall the other day, and then he was staring at himself in the mirror and I said, “Little guy, are you ok?” He turned around, looked at me, realized I didn’t want anything particular, then was like, “Ok, back to looking.” And he turned around to stare at himself in the mirror. Am I not paying enough attention to him?
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