dear twink from thursday night:
i managed to overlook your insisting i pick you up at the abbey right now, and then making me wait half an hour--i understand it's not your fault you get mobbed by adoring fans who recognize you from your porn films wherever you go.
i tolerated you going on endlessly about your jet-setting lifestyle, your kardashian connection and the trust fund waiting for you when you turn 30, and then hitting me up for ten bucks for cigarettes and juice because you found yourself short.
i was happy to allow you to totally embarrass me at the supermarket where i shop regularly, first by loudly complaining because no one was there at 2 a.m. to fresh-squeeze the orange juice your refined sensibilities demanded, and then by hanging all over me while drunkenly critiquing the fashion choices of everybody else in the slowest-moving checkout line i've ever endured in my life.
when we got to my place, i grudgingly gave you points for consistency when i discovered you were every bit as delightful in bed as you were out of it.
next morning, i indulged you in your "lost keys" drama, and obligingly tore my house and car apart in a futile effort to find them.
upon driving you home, i dutifully waited until you came back out, grabbed your shit, said, "the manager let me in; you can go now", slammed the door and walked away without so much as a backward glance (and i can only hope the elderly asian lady walking her pomeranian past your apartment building at that moment was able to overlook my screaming, "hey, it was nice fucking you too!" out the car window as i screeched away).
in the fullness of time, i can forgive all of the foregoing--hell, i've endured far worse in my time at the hands of far messier twinks than you.
what i will never be able to forgive, twink from thursday night, is your leaving that freshly-opened pack of marlboros for me to find when i got home.
*sigh*
eighteen years of abstinence, down the drain...
4 comments:
just quit again, man.....it all comes down to this: are you a man, or a mouse. are you going to let a little stick of tobacco rule your life?
this wasn't a cry for help, blindman; it was merely a lame attempt to transmute a sorry little slice of my life into art--you know, that thing writers do.
i'll take your literal reaction (and the non-reaction of everyone else who read this post) as a sign that my effort fell somewhat short of that lofty goal.
Guttermorality:
Well, this twink was not really that much worse than so many others you have tolerated because you are, ahem, looking for strange as a former tryst of mine once so artfully put it. He seemed to convey the concept so many gay men hold in their hearts that if they have already have sex with you, there is no point in actually talking to you (again).
Now, about the cigarettes, well at least you had 18 years.
I am sure you will quit with the New Year, right?
2013
I really dislike young gay immature men.
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