this is dedicated to purpley
i finally left my apartment, and made contact with humanity...late night found me at a quiet dinner with my argentine goddess - at the best little eatery in my hood.
eff i die for their tostones.
i made inappropriate sexual comments about our waiter...
who i am in love with...
i felt like a woman again.
although, the cards are stacked in either of the sexes favor...
as i cannot tell if he's in to tapping my ass or tapping that of the male bartender.
before i went out last night, i received a phone call.
a phone call from one, purpley...
i worry about her.
i worry about me because of her.
i worry that once she leaves ny, my life will be desperate.
a ny without purpley...
a ny without temporican...
where have all my multicultural gurls gone?
everyone i love eventually leaves ny...
and, usually, if i start to date/like/bone someone - they'll move...
see you in japan
see you in colorado
see you in la
see you in puerto rice
see you in texas/seattle/iowa/cali/wherever you end up...
but this is about more than boning...
it's about something purpley said.
purpley, who, in all the years i've known her...
has never gotten goopy or shmoopy over a guy...
and she was last night...
so goopy, in fact, that she said: 'i really like to lay on him.'
and it made me smile...
and i rolled over on my kind sized pillow...
and i gave him a nice grip...
and my phone rang...
and it was a woman with a hot accent...
and i'm a sucker for accents (and i knew what i was getting into, unlike my last phone call from a man with an accent)
and i left for dinner...
i came home home...
i popped a unisom (with this bum leg, sleeping is just a not a happenin')
i rolled over on my king sized pillow...
i gave him a nice grip...
i watched paula deen crack bad jokes on a special episode of 'paula plans a luau' (so bad, they're good - i heart her)
i went off to sleep...
i dreamt of coconut cakes and men in grass skirts...stripping...
posted by tinamarie @ 8:13 AM
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