10 Dec 2007 › 8:45am
Ok we did it. The lady reverted to tramp – a neighborhood with which I am much more familiar. I’ll spare you the details, and will say only that the experience surpassed my expectations. I will also reveal that Bloke got up, went to the bodega and returned with (his idea of) breakfast fixings which he proceeded to prepare and serve, to devastating effect (on both my stomach and my poor, poor kitchen). Though it was a very sweet and charming gesture, let’s just say I won’t be so much as looking at eggs anytime soon.
Despite being grossed out by his culinary shortcomings, I didn’t want it to end. So I uncharacteristically refrained from my normal dine and dash – and rather, lingered – basking in the afterglow…. When I came up for air it had been an entire weekend. Not exactly my usual (ok withholding) modus operandi. Yes, I know it may have been a fatal move. Please do not send me dating advice – I am all too clear. But trust me, I’m not proud. Oh – I also got a portrait of his face tattooed on my left butt cheek, was that bad?
