ive begun the week with soar legs, only three and a half hours of sleep, a bunch of unfinished homework. and a smile on my face. how was you weekend? people ask. was good, i answer thinking it was better than good, but nobody can know.
-you wanna help me with that paper or why are you asking if im having fun?! enjoy your shower! im trying to text him funny stuff, so he can start answering with more than one or two words.
-well, you know where to find me, if you need help. he gets back to me knowing he cant help me at all. not that he doesnt have an idea bout constructivism in International Relations theory!
-i know - in a shower!
-so i guess ill see you over here in a bit .
how easy it was. after about 30 messages where we had nothing to say to each other, he says hes waiting for me in a single one.
-within an hour i was taking a shower listening to his boyish ideas. he wanted me to feel good. and i was more open than ever. i told him i was still not comfortable. sorry, no 69.
-we have a weird friendship, he said.
-yeah.. hey, listen, if they found out, id quit. i just dont think its right to fire the one with more years and a better position. he looked at me and asked: but youre not gonna tell?
-no, nobody knows.
i lied a bit. you do.
2 comments:
Still not comfy for 69? ;-)
:)
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