I have a real cool friend. His name is Mark. He has the best hair ever. It is this wonderful mass of uncontained curl you want to sink your fingers into. Often.
He provides me with great tunes.
He makes me figure out my own computer problems unless he suspects I might crash. He acted very proud of me when I figured out how to put in a link.
Did I tell you? Mark is a web designer. Of some sort. Or something.
He is really smart.
Went to university for like eight years.
And not just for the pot, man.
Mark calls me Chick-lette. I like that. His play with words.
Mark has a daughter. She is beautiful.
But Mark and I like to hang out when we do not have children. He brings coffee and we talk for hours.
He has spent the night over a few times.
I invite all my friends to at least my couch if they do not feel like traveling home. Most of them have far to go.
Mark is no exception.
Mark has slept in my bed with me.
But the last time he was over, he said Let's go to my place.
And I thought why not? He had moved a few months before hand and I had not been there.
Mark has a really cool computer.
It is an Apple.
And it is pretty.
Everything about it is.
He told me how much it cost.
I then remembered how much I love the computer sitting back in my own home. I did not play with Mark's computer.
We drank Sprite and talked for hours and hours.
He offered me the couch, his bed, whatever.
I asked if we had to have sex.
He said Man, I just want to fucking sleep.
And I said Thank God.
I got to see Mark's bed for the first time.
Five mattresses piled upon each other.
How fucking cool is that?
I felt like The Princess who felt The Pea all night long.
It's been a few years since I was on of those.
I got up in the morning and he offered me the coffee.
That was three years old.
I smiled and said Give me a hug and he did.
I am out of here, buddy, I said.
See you, Chick-lette, he replied.
He provides me with great tunes.
He makes me figure out my own computer problems unless he suspects I might crash. He acted very proud of me when I figured out how to put in a link.
Did I tell you? Mark is a web designer. Of some sort. Or something.
He is really smart.
Went to university for like eight years.
And not just for the pot, man.
Mark calls me Chick-lette. I like that. His play with words.
Mark has a daughter. She is beautiful.
But Mark and I like to hang out when we do not have children. He brings coffee and we talk for hours.
He has spent the night over a few times.
I invite all my friends to at least my couch if they do not feel like traveling home. Most of them have far to go.
Mark is no exception.
Mark has slept in my bed with me.
But the last time he was over, he said Let's go to my place.
And I thought why not? He had moved a few months before hand and I had not been there.
Mark has a really cool computer.
It is an Apple.
And it is pretty.
Everything about it is.
He told me how much it cost.
I then remembered how much I love the computer sitting back in my own home. I did not play with Mark's computer.
We drank Sprite and talked for hours and hours.
He offered me the couch, his bed, whatever.
I asked if we had to have sex.
He said Man, I just want to fucking sleep.
And I said Thank God.
I got to see Mark's bed for the first time.
Five mattresses piled upon each other.
How fucking cool is that?
I felt like The Princess who felt The Pea all night long.
It's been a few years since I was on of those.
I got up in the morning and he offered me the coffee.
That was three years old.
I smiled and said Give me a hug and he did.
I am out of here, buddy, I said.
See you, Chick-lette, he replied.
Comments
The first step is buying me an Apple.
Q
Such a pleasant way to start the morning.
Q
But sometimes, like when I'm asleep, and I feel the Pea, I just decide I'm too tired to get up and go, so I hold it.