so,
my mother told me, i'd never meet a nice girl in a bar. she also told me, i'd never be more than 4 feet tall if i didn't eat my lima beans, but i'm 5' 10", and my cocker spaniel never grew an inch no matter how many veggies i slipped him under the table.
anyway, about 3 years ago i met a younge woman named sarah, in an alaska bar, while i was visiting, from portland. it turned out that she was from alaska too, visiting home(like me), and that she was going to portland state, where i ran a food cart.
we ended up hanging out for most of the night, because i lost my friends, and had no ride. my mom is right most of the time, i'm not sure how, but she is... anyway, this time her advice was totally off. sarah, is not only nice, but she listens to tom waits, has read every tom robins book, and doesn't hate charles bukowski. actually bukowski gets her kind of hot, and that doesn't bother me a bit.
timing is a mother fucker, and sarah and i have been unavailable, to each other for years. but i've been single since my last emotional trainwreck in august, and she was back in this country, and worried about me. so, she just decided to come see me, and it was amazing. amazing fun, amazing sharing, amazing sex, and the big one trust.
not to mention the fact that she fell in love with my dog loki. he's very charming though, it's really no surprise.
anyway, i took her to the airport yesterday. we both cried. her, at the airport, and me on the way home. i could blame it on bad timing, or even geography, but i'm fairly sure it's the moon's falt. the moon is a rat bastard made of cheese.
my mother told me, i'd never meet a nice girl in a bar. she also told me, i'd never be more than 4 feet tall if i didn't eat my lima beans, but i'm 5' 10", and my cocker spaniel never grew an inch no matter how many veggies i slipped him under the table.
anyway, about 3 years ago i met a younge woman named sarah, in an alaska bar, while i was visiting, from portland. it turned out that she was from alaska too, visiting home(like me), and that she was going to portland state, where i ran a food cart.
we ended up hanging out for most of the night, because i lost my friends, and had no ride. my mom is right most of the time, i'm not sure how, but she is... anyway, this time her advice was totally off. sarah, is not only nice, but she listens to tom waits, has read every tom robins book, and doesn't hate charles bukowski. actually bukowski gets her kind of hot, and that doesn't bother me a bit.
timing is a mother fucker, and sarah and i have been unavailable, to each other for years. but i've been single since my last emotional trainwreck in august, and she was back in this country, and worried about me. so, she just decided to come see me, and it was amazing. amazing fun, amazing sharing, amazing sex, and the big one trust.
not to mention the fact that she fell in love with my dog loki. he's very charming though, it's really no surprise.
anyway, i took her to the airport yesterday. we both cried. her, at the airport, and me on the way home. i could blame it on bad timing, or even geography, but i'm fairly sure it's the moon's falt. the moon is a rat bastard made of cheese.