“I haven’t the temperment for it anymore,” I said as my cab made its way up First avenue from the Lower East Side.
“Don’t apologize.” Mac sounded cranky again.
“I’m not. I said I’d call, and I did.”
“We can still have a drink next week, though. Can’t we?”
“You’ve already said that you’re only booty call material.”
“You could change my mind… more than I dare allow you to.”
“We’ll see. Goodnight.”
Sometimes I wish I were brave enough to say the things that are really on my mind. But most times, I’m just glad I know when to hang up.
Fish you stand by what you feel, Next time say it, I bet you feel better for it!
I agree. Sometimes we men can just be darn sloooowwww anyway. Plus, I can only speak for myself here, men tend to appreciate honesty too. (God I hope that didn’t sound like advice. Really, it wasn’t).
What was really on your mind?
Can’t remember now. I was wasted.
Hope you get out of this one without having to change your cell number. Also hope you don’t mind that I linked to you.
…and eventually knowing when to hang up graduates into knowing when to answer…
What do they say, “A night wasted is never a wasted night” …
proud of you, baby.
Consider this a free English lesson…
“I have not the temperment nor the inclanation for these trysts anymore,” said I as my Latino drawn carriage made its way up First avenue from the Lower East Side.
“Apologize not, Wench.” Mac brooded.
“Sir, I have not. I hath said to you upon a prior engagement that my communique would be forth coming, and thus did I honour that promise forthwith.”
“Wench, wouldst thou bestow upon me that most gracious and highest honor that is the pleasure of thineself and a latte?”
“But sir, t’was my understanding that thou didst declare thyself an immoral wretch, incapable of civilized discourse seeking only that which is carnal and of the night.”
“I am but a weak male and for all my fanciful braying I crave only the honey of thine cup.”
“Sir! Upon this, ruminate I shall. A good evening to you!”
You would probably find you had less problems if you decided to stop acting as though anyone was interested in them, there are SIX BILLION people on the planet….SIX BILLION! Some of them have more than you and most of them have alot less than you, but you take the thousands of years of human ingenuity that accumulated to make it possible for people world over to communicate in an unprecedented manner to let total strangers know about your life of sunglasses and cocktails! Go and do some charity work and stand face to face with people who have nothing, I dont mean host a party where you all sit around gossiping and talking about just how wonderful you all are! Stop aspiring to be Carrie Bradshaw and go and do something useful with your time and step out of your illusory world of ‘life as a celebrity’.
Celebrating yourself is not the same as being celebrated! You are brainwashed by shopping and shiny things that look ‘cute’.
You are like. So 90′s.
I think you’ll find the proper spelling is “inclination.” Consider it a free tip in aid of your future endeavors in the teaching of English.
Hey I’m interested. Fish bought me a drink once. The 5 999 999 9999 other people on the planet (give or take a few dozen) didn’t.
And shiny things look just fine to me.
I would love to go to a party where I can talk about how great I am. Would make a difference from the normal grind of bitching how shit I am.
Consider this a free “what mushrooms you been smoking cause I don’t care” lesson
dear fish,
is it in your nature to delete posts that you don’t like the comments? what happened to the post you deleted – the one where, out of the blue, you felt depressed?
and dear hypnotron,
do you think it is because she thinks she’s a celebrity that she has issues?
Don’t flatter yourself, yaya. There are negative comments on this post as well… and yet it remains. I can easily delete your comment while leaving the post in tact, so, in other words — it doesn’t have jack shit to do with you.
As far as out of the blue, it certainly wasn’t. It had been a long time building… but instead of explaining myself to you, I’ll simply invite you to go read someone else’s blog.
YOU ROCK!!!! Thank you, Fish, for letting the rest of the world in on your life like this!! How cool is this guy! He sounds like he might turn out to be more than booty-call material, too (like I would know the difference!), and please keep writing about him and anyone else you meet! For me, this is like being allowed to listen to the cool kids in high school!!!
Have a great week!!!!
Dear Hypnotron,
Fuck off.
Sincerely,
Angie
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Dear Yaya,
See message above.
Sincerely,
Angie
That was English? Well I’ll be God damned and go to hell!
And Dear Yaya,
Troll,
That is all.
Dear Hippo, I’m so glad we’ve all decided to stop writing about social activities and things sexual and stick with the basics, like English. But still I have less inclination to read your bad grammar. Anyway, some of us have “fewer problems,” not “less problems.”
And Fish ain’t nobody’s booty girl, no matter what she says after a vodka or two. One day she’ll find out just how important she can be.