monday night

Dear M

opportunity knocks only once?

thank you for trying so hard to introduce me to your plethora of single boys. i’m sure they’re cute, i’m sure they’re rich. i don’t want to meet any of them.

i was in the lounge, and there was actually a cute man there. Nerdy, lap top carrying, intently working at 11:00 pm. Could anyone have been more tailor made to attract me? I ignored him. He tried talking across the freezing silence, and I didn’t bother even once. Got up because I was too cold to bother, and went and stood in line instead.

On the plane? My God. The First hot man i’ve seen since Z. and maybe K. oh and N. anyway. he was cute. wholesome, strapping, the kind that would go camping and know how to light fires and stuff. delicious delicious accent. and i was too busy yawning so hard my eyes got tears. i was so so sleepy, i was comatose. he read my newspaper, and i woke up in the middle and took the comics page, and tried to sleep write my way through the crossword.

did i try to strike up a nice conversation? did i even make the slightest effort? did i even care about the ocean on possibilities fate was throwing my way.

no.

why!? WHY!?

i know. you give up.

maybe after the d word is final?