As the sun set over the soft Pacific, I watched an exasperated woman arguing with a pigeon in Spanish. She would rattle off at it, walk away in a huff then come back saying, “You have NOTHING to say?!” No one else seemed to notice this little pocket of metareality. I’m loving Waikiki + MercRetrograde. I’m lovin’ November.

My ideal love is someone I can look at every day and think, thank god I found you.

So this group of 20 year old guys walks by and one guy wants to go back and look at a Gangnam style shirt. I follow them in. He shows it to his friends and they veto it. He puts it back super disappointed. When his guy friends see me they freeze up as I walk by. Then behind my back I hear one of them say, “What’s up, bitch” like an american gangsta and the rest of them giggle.

Kids.

When he told me things ended with his last girlfriend because she wanted to have a kid and he wasn’t ready, in my mind I instantly said, yeah, because she wasn’t me.

Wow your brother was really nice today, he said.

How so?

He gave me some super glue, he gave me a Porsche keychain, he printed out some specs of a car for me, he gave me 6 CDs and he gave me a hug when I left.

I laughed. This doesn’t even include when we were leaving my brother said, “See you later future brother in law!”