I’m confused by Men. If things are not working out well and he wants to go think about what he really wants in life and I want the kind of relationship he can’t give me at this time and we agree on this and we return each other’s stuff, doesn’t that mean that we’re not together-together?
So here I was last night, playing with Abrah, who is WAY more interesting while chatting online than she is in 90 degree sweltering humidity lying on my couch after a night of drinking and voodoo doll making. Anyway, here I was somehow having dinner with him and Abrah, seated 6 inches from a cow’s ass. Not him. An actual cow’s ass. Not a real cow. A fake cow painted on the wall almost life size. And not a nice little cow in a field looking at me, but a cow facing away, with its ass hanging over my head and it’s udder hanging low enough so that a nipple is at eye level when I’m sitting. I couldn’t take my eyes off the cow’s nipple long enough to notice that I was being watched by the person who just returned my things.
Yes, stuck between him and a cow’s ass. I look too serious.
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