I wouldn't date guys in high school if they said "funner". it didn't take much I was usually single.

say it was on the tenth day not prejudiced.....was offered a ride she took the drive and embellished her story she told the man why he had gotten divorced (he played the parent too often and their sex life suffered among other things) "you're scaring me", he said, "you're only ten years old". the family tree they drove along the icy northern roads he wasn't always "right" although when religion was the topic he said things that changed my life forever he was not married anymore he had cats (and some mice) and crates of diet coke in his house he used to be in a band he used to tell her what to do and she would oblige he didn't ever take advantage of the young and he lived in his head in his intellect and I haven't seen him in a long time

she hadn't even changed her canadian thanksgiving clothes when she heard the news of her brother-in-law her friends packed her bag for her and she got on the soonest plane her hands were shaking and she ordered juice like I did
"just keep crying"
I said
"it's okay".
"I feel like I know you"
she said
"like god sent you to me".
"I think god sent you to me"
I said
her hand was warm and we jumped between reminiscing, memories of europe and grief "thank you elana!" she yelled as I left baggage claim "god bless you" I yelled and ran to a white car I hope she enjoys the books.

here baby, let me pet your hair." hell yes. and any time anything went wrong I would run to a woman. when I was robbed. when I was sick. when I was violated. when I was broken. a bosom. now the challenge would be to run to a man when the who-do-i-turn-to shit hits the fan.

at some point perhaps we could sit cross legged, facing each other. (I have not felt this attracted to someone in years) let's go lie down in your houseboat… venture in (with god nestled in the green carpet) say things like "so have you read all these books…." etc… you will tell me tragic stories and try to fluff them off as though everyone has members of their nuclear family die when they're young…. and you will be so curious about how I handled everything with such dignity (we'll debate about whether it was dignity or denial) I will then ask you the same. and I may never tell you about the dream I had……. you bought me olivia newton-john posters and black lights and I had you all to myself for an hour and I pushed you up against the wall and kissed you and it was electrifying