I Am a Venetian Blind
The pain of the hangover is…crushing? Boring through my skull? Exhausting? All of this and every clichéd way to describe it, which is the only way I can describe it right now. There have got to be better ways. Like a pile of sludge behind my eyes? Oh, god. That only made it hurt more and turn my stomach.
The highlights of my night seem to have included a photo booth, a series of drinks on the old boss’s card, and a gay, blind man from
Here went the recollection of that this morning:
“That was a gay, blind Italian last night.”
“He was from
“Oh. Oh my god ... he was a VENETIAN BLIND.”
Wait, it’s coming back now. The reason I started this entry was this line I got last night:
“You’re looking pretty bangable. Do you have a boyfriend?”
And this, my friends, from a man I know. And even like. And no, it was not a joke. I hadn’t seen him in a few months, and this was the first thing he said to me. Men are amazing. You, men: you are amazing. You amaze me.
posted by TK @ 11:13
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4 Comments:
"You’re looking pretty bangable". I actually nearly fell off my seat. I like his lo-fi approach. I also like the fact I can imagine your facial expression reaction. Chuckling now ust thinking about it. And again.
AD x
"lo-fi."
"bangable."
"chuckling."
heh.
and I'll bet he was bewildered that you somehow didn't take his pronouncement as the sincerest of compliments...
we did have a healthy exchange where i attempted to impress upon him that i did not take it as a compliment whereas he tried to convince me he meant it with the upmost honesty, which still, it would seem, not equal a compliment.
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