The Real World ... Blogger Style: Saddest words of tongue or pen VIII

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Saddest words of tongue or pen VIII

Suitor #8
He proposed after a drunken night of bar hopping in Chicago. It was the end of August. I wore a red tank top and his jeans that I could actually fit into because I was high on love and had lost five pounds just from all that pulse-racing-not-eating-drinking-diet-dr.pepper-and-vermouth-all-day-long stuff. We wound up half naked in Lake Michigan. He said:

"I always want to be the one to hold your hair back when you puke."

I looked up past the moon and directly into the eyes of the pervert on the rocks above us, who was gleefully pulling his pud.

Waves lapping, flesh slapping...