пятница, 9 марта 2012 г.

Man

1. Fiction. Nick Hornby. High Fidelity.
He lets you right into the inner workings of a male mind. It's most unnerving, how creepily similar a guy's marbles are to my own.

2. Life. Phone calls.
Why does he call at about 9-10 pm to tell me he's drinking vodka out of town but might be coming over for a shag later? I can tell he's not going to make it anywhere beyond whoseever bed he's about to collapse in. He know it just as surely as I do.
Also, he always calls my landline. Does he do it to check up on me? Not likely. He knows I never go out at night (except last Saturday, and that was a one-in-five-years thing).
Does he do it to prevent me from going out after hours? Not likely. Where would I go after 10 pm? Even if he doesn't come, I'll still be in. He knows I'm always at home, and even if I'm not particularly waiting for him, I won't say no to what he has to offer. He's a mind-blowing, reality-altering lay, what straight woman in her right mind would say no to that???

So, why on earth does he do it? What's the point?

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