Location: 14:00 yest, going 80 on the Penn Turnpike
Music: since I came here, felt the joy and the fear Finding myself making every possible mistake
Rang up the the Sexologist (SX) last week.
Me: Gio and his girl Amy’re going to his friend’s birthday party (wait for it) in Philly this weekend. Thought I’d see you.
Off to Philly.
SX and I met up with Seemoore briefly at her restaurant; we both agreed that she’s very attractive. Why do pretty girls always think they’re not? Asked Seemoore if she believed all the stuff I wrote about. She said she did.
Me: Am I like what you expected?
Me: (laughing) I don’t like to visit my troubles on my friends in real life. Just you guys that read me – sorry ’bout that.
She actually paid for our dessert – she’s all win. Then SX and I left, spending the rest of the night talking and walking about town. It was punctuated by laughter as the laces of her boots constantly got tangled.
Her: I like how you just invite yourself over to my place. (dismissively) Men always just wanna get into my pants.
Her: Why not?
We met up with her friend who told us about her sex life. In vivid detail. Evidently, I lived a very sheltered life in college I live a very sheltered life. Did I mention vivid? Later we watched a chick flick before we passed out.
Loathe to admit it, but I do enjoy the British chick flicks.
Came back Sunday morning. Gio and Amy were passed out in the back seat the whole ride back. 3 hours to get to Manhattan and an hour to get through Manhattan.
Turning 35 in two weeks. Gotta come up with 26K the same day as my birthday.
Ain’t that a kick in the head?
Least my blue sky was out.