But tonight I'm not at Gooski's, I'm not even in Pittsburgh. Tonight we're at some hip karaoke-sushi bar in SE, D.C. Tonight those rules don't apply.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
She says it's weird. "Girls don’t like that," she says. "Don't do that."
I shrug my shoulders and tell her it's not weird, it keeps the gas bill low.
A. is forty-eight years old, divorced, has two kids, and is dating my pal B., who's thirty-one. Some might think that's weird.
In the last month the first girl whose boobs I touched got married, the girl I lost my virginity to got married, the girl I spent a majority of my senior year of college obsessing over got married, and my best friend from elementary school through high school had his second kid. I'm twenty-nine, I haven't been in a relationship that's lasted more a month in five years, I don't mind that my dog sleeps on the furniture, I haven't kissed a girl in six months, and I sleep in a sleeping bag every night.
I'm not the weirdo, you are.