Sizzle Says

I hadn’t seen Dumpling since October which is far too long for my liking. He’s one of my favorite people. I miss our banter. If anyone is like Harry and Sally, we are. Time and distance cannot change this fact. As I rounded the corner to meet him at our regular sushi joint for old time’s sake, our eyes met and we started a slow motion run towards one another. . .we’re so cheesy. I like this about us.

Over the course of our meal the following exchanges occurred:

Me: “Hey! You look like you’ve lost a lot of weight!”

Him: “So do you! I’ve lost 20lbs!”

Me: “Get out! So have I!”

We’re so alike. And yet so different.

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Me: “. . .I can’t control everything so, you know, I’m just letting it go. . .”

Him: “Wha?! What did you say? Did you just say you can’t control everything?”

Me: “Yeah.”

Him: “Woah. That’s progress.”

Me: “It’s like, I’m growing.”

He knows me too well.

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Me: “Mateo just hooked me up with a bunch of condoms.” (having just visited my former place of employment- an AIDS organization for those new to the blog, or just forgetful)

Him: “Ohhh! What kind?”

Me: “He was really pushing the Rough Riders. Look how many he gave me! He’s clearly really hopeful about my sex life.” (pulling out a long string of condom packets from my purse)

Him: “Can I have some?”

Sharing is caring. But remember: No glove, no love.

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“I don’t get many things right the first time/In fact, I am told that a lot/Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls/Brought me here/And where was I before the day/That I first saw your lovely face?/Now I see it everyday/And I know. . .” -The Luckiest, Ben Folds