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you have been the one, you have been the one for me


Saturday, February 19, 2005

paris called me tonight. she hasnt called me in hours, but she said she still misses me and wants to kiss me all over. i said run that by me again?

because everyone wants a chance to start over, but not everyone deserves one.

i havent talked to her in over a week. then out of the blue, she shows up on my doorstep with a tight pink shirt and a matching clutch and says, hey lets go to pdc tonight. i said, im going with my real friends, so ill see you there.

she frowned and left.

i showed up fashionably late, fashionably dressed with my fashionably dressed almost to the point of being gay friends. i know the bouncers and they know the bartenders and we walked in like we owned the place. and everyone knew.

she got there before us, and almost knocked down rashad to get to me. hey, baby what took you so long she said. i got you a beer she said. lets go dance she said.

maybe later, when im good and drunk and on the prowl i said.

she frowned.

i danced and danced and danced and cheerleader danced and danced and danced on me and andrew found a girl who liked his new shirt and all was well and we had a fabolous time.

paris left early with her roomate. they wanted to catch the bus before it stopped running. i said you better bundle up because its cold outside.

she frowned and left. with her roomate.

who told me she was jealous of paris and bounced the high heel on her right foot up and down and up and down uncontrolably while we chitchatted. she tossed her hair and gently stroked my knee and even bought me another double goose on the rocks. and then she went to the bathroom with paris and when she came out she was on the verge of tears.

i have to go she said.

no you dont.

yes i do.

dont listen to her. shes jealous.

(looks away)

she jealous of your beautiful smile.

(smiles, touches my hand)

shes jealous of you. thats all

(bats her gorgeous eyes)

she doesnt know you like i know you.

(smiles)

no one does.

(hugs and kisses and smiles and kisses)

goodnight, she said.

(sleeps)

goodmorning. she said.

(awakes)

Buongiorno, Principessa! i said.

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