We ate in the park by my place. Stuffed my face and watched kids frolic around the water feature while I pretended to be interested in everything Zaley had to say. I felt obligated since lunch was on her.
"Blah blah Madrid. Da da Paolo. La di cocaine speed boat. Miaow miaow Art Institue."
For about hour she went on about herself. Ten months ago this would have been my dream. Once I let Zaley sit on my shoulders for an hour so she could get a bettter view of The Electric Pants Discovery Band. She kept commenting on how strong I was. After the show she fucked the French guitar player on the tour bus while I rode home in sleet. The next day I helped her move. Goodtimes.
Zaley's not an asshole. She went to Brown, is conversant in four languages, can quote the Young Ones, always remembers your birthday and has an A-mazing ass on top of mercilessly tone legs. She's that girl.
I'm not into that...anymore.
"So can I?"
"What?"
"Can I crash at your place for a few days? I'll be your BF for E!"
My place is so small everytime I open the door people expected a dozen clowns to walk out after me. There will be no privacy. We're gonna end up sleeping in the same bed. I don't want to do this.
"Of course."
Lunch made me really sleepy.