Echo

The first time I fall asleep in his arms, he’ll know.
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Cindy, I know the university rulebook says we can’t date, but it also says don’t teach drunk and I do that all the time…the point is, I like you. I do. You’re sweet, you’re funny, you’re writing a dissertation entitled, “Foreign Direct Investment and Intergenerational Linkages in Consumptive Behavior” and I mean, that is hhhhhot. I know this sounds crazy but, I feel like our paths are supposed to cross somehow, and I don’t want to miss out on knowing you.
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He said I was always on the front burner.

Thank God. That was what I really needed to hear.

Surprise. He came through.

I’m so relieved.

Its oddly easy. And familiar.
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He has until he turns 30. That’s why, May.

That’s why I’m sad. It’s in another person’s hands.

And what if what’s mine, is this secret love that I can never have, can never talk about.

One where everyone knows, but no one talks about it.

Because of the trajectory I lived, I have to accept what’s mine.

I assumed it would be a partner.

But what if it’s the love that is mine? What if in it’s purest, most honest form, that’s what it is,

and that’s just the situation?

Yes, I completely understand why. He has a history with her. He has a life with her. He has an entire network, an entire world. It’s not just two people.

And with me, he has love.

And it’s mutually exclusive to his love for her.

What then? What do I believe. That the right thing to do is face the reality of truth. And make art from it. Or decide I won’t accept it?

It’s a maze, and then a well and then a door and then a lock. And a code that forms enigma. And when you find yourself on the other side, in the world that’s reflects this one, it’s just a girl who can’t sleep, talking to the moon, listening for an answer.

You don’t have to believe in me, Dave. But you have to believe in something.
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I’m not interested in emotional roller coasters. I am not interested in emotional roller coasters. I have to be the one firm enough and with enough self respect to not get on.
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We have a customer coming to play basketball tonight and before we left for work, Matt turned to me and said, “Have fun tonight at basketball with Bill, and I’ve never met his fiancee, but I’m sure she’s very nice and deserving of happiness so PLEASE don’t seduce him.”
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People really only recognize me when they miss me.
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See the world, and nobody believes me. Always asking you to prove it. And then you sit there quietly on that mountain in the night, staring at a full moon, wondering when you’ll meet someone who can see it to.
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when your love has gone…

you carry on…

I happened to just look up my ticket confirmation so I knew it when he asked me what it was a few minutes later. I recited it. He was shocked. That’s really impressive, he said. The things you keep in your head.

And I let him be amazed for a few moments, then told him it was because I’d just read it a few minutes ago.

And what I found in today’s bag of tricks:

I know what day Anne Frank started her diary. Two days after her birthday. Let’s see how that one comes up.

If you have seen me wearing my shirt that says Not My Dude, you are most likely not my dude.
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“I live in San Jose. Every time I go out dancing, the next thing I know, there’s some Indian engineer grinding me in the ass with his pencil dick.”
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We stopped in front of the store, classic cars lit up in the night.

“Ooh, look at that car,” he said, and I didn’t car about the car, but I liked how shiny it was.

“That car says Rich Fag all over it,” I said.

“What’s your name? Rich Fag.”

And then we giggled down the street, because that’s just the way we are sometimes when we’re both happy.

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If I wanted you, you’d already be with me.
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Brian’s top 3 words to describe me:

Intense. Thoughtful. High.

Later, he added, gluttonous.
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Gay clubs are where you find the 9’s and 10’s of the hotness scale.
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Brian came back from the ATM.

“Were you talking to some gays about your buttcrack?”

“No.”

“Oh. Cuz while I was at the ATM, I overheard them say something about seeing your buttcrack when you bent down to tie your shoe and how they wanted to put a quarter in it.”
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