Dear Abby,
OK, so I’m dating this woman kind of seriously. As in we see each other every weekend, either her visiting me at the beach or me meeting her in Manhattan. She has a great place on the Upper West Side—it’s a huge co-op. Way bigger than 99% of the places in Manhattan. Which means only 1% of the people in the world can dream to afford it.
Last week she came down and brought me a Bose iPod/iPhone speaker boombox thing. It is a pristine sound machine. This fucker is block-rocking LOUD.
I went to visit her for the holiday weekend and we had a fantastic time walking from Times Square to Central Park, then spending a couple of hours strolling around said park. We climbed rocks and even saw turtles and hippies.
She came here this weekend with more gifts. Top-of-the-line wok, food processor/smoothie maker, and a rice maker. And an offer to go to Antigua next month.
First class. Gigantic suite. Private outdoor pool. Sugar beaches and salt water.
When will it be cool for me to fart in her presence?
4 comments:
Ladies first.
Haaaaaaaa -- Blogger wasn't posting today, but that didn't stop me from coming back to try. Who knew it was saving everything for later.
Love it! Mrs. L, you rock. Your determination is an inspiration. You have no idea how much this made me smile.
You probably already did when you were sleeping. One of the perks of aging. Yay. I'm speaking on my experience of 2 years living with John. He does- not me. (Felt the need to stress that.)
You need to write more, my friend. You must be happy - :)
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