The scum of the Earth

Oh please. So you dumped her. Or maybe you didn’t even dump her, you just think it safe to suggest it to me that it was you because you reckon I’ll never double-check with her. Since we don’t speak to each other. We fake it really well, but you got the idea, we painstakingly avoid saying anything, or, if anything does slip through, hear what was said.

Anyway. You dumped her. You told me three times, with different tones and pitches of voice. I retorted each time ok, OK, OKAY. Did you get it? I don’t care. I knew it would happen, although I expected her to do it, not you. For a second there you had me thinking you had some character. Walking away from an easy fuck because you dream of someone else. One last try to get me to open my legs. You tried for about five minutes.

“So how about that drummer of yours?” Gotta give it to you, I never thought you’d have the balls to bring him up, given how I met him on a date with you and all. For the first time in your life you actually managed to take me by surprise.

“What about him?”

“How’s it going with him?” You’re so brave under the influence of the alcohol and the loud music and the dimmed lights of a seedy karaoke bar. It’s easy to forget things that happened in places where you’d normally not be caught dead. You think.

“I’m in the capital of Europe, he’s in the capital of the world, it’s going well.” I laughed my sarcastic laugh. Don’t you know yet that means I want to be left alone?

“Well yeah, but he’ll come back, I understand, do you love him?” Getting cheeky, so not like you, I only really liked you while you were harmlessly autistic in your world in which you didn’t understand shit. I don’t like you when you ask questions.

“Love, love, love comes after a very long time which you spend together, and then one morning you wake up and that’s the man you want to see growing old, nobody else. That’s love.” I was not looking at you, you were looking at me, you puppy, you follower, you never stood no chance. “It’s never happened to me yet.” I said, after I had turned to look you in the eye, your face relaxed like that of a baby under my gaze.

I AM NOT A MOM!

She came to sit next to us, in her natural state, wasted beyond recognition, frantically trying to lure you back between her thighs. She's always been quite open-legged about things, but all this trouble just for free rent?

I got up. Ever stopped to consider in which ideal world order you could ever keep up with me?

About twenty-four hours later you figured if you’ll stick around waiting for your break, you might as well get laid in the meantime.

Morale of the story: the gay guy was right. You are spineless. Sorry about your broken dreams. I don’t like people who can’t fly.