I'd give up forever to touch you.

I met a man at the mall. He was buying miniature sized dress shirts
for his seven year old son. I was returning a dress that made me look
fat. We talked about something I don't remember while it took the
cashier seventeen minutes to process my return. He had no wedding ring
on. I gave him my phone number. I wonder if he'll call.

On Friday I discovered I do have girl friends. We went downtown and I
tried to get drunk. It didn't work because I ran out of money to
spend.

On Saturday I walked around America's favorite mall and shopped for
baby clothes. No, I am not pregnant. Though I did think I was a couple
of weeks ago. My friend dragged me to every baby store in the entire
mall, which by my count was twelve different stores. She didn't buy
anything. I wanted to murder her right then and there with a tiny
silver baby spoon. Then she bought me lunch and I didn't want to kill
her anymore.

On Sunday I ran a red light and didn't die. Not that I was trying to
die, I was just not paying attention. Then I went home and did five
hundred lunges.

Today I am working for home and my legs are really sore. I shouldn't
be working at all, I am technically on vacation. But at least I can
pet my dog and listen to Journey's Greatest Hits really loudly while
doing whatever it is I do for work.

Tomorrow I am going to wake up early and walk to the coffee shop five
blocks away and order a small non-fat latte. Then I am going to sit
down at a table and drink that while I make up stories about the
people who walk by the windows. Then I am going to compile a list of
qualifications for the perfect boy. After that I am going to see a
play, based on a book written by one of my first favorite authors. The
boy, the one who is leaving, is taking me. I am going to look
devastatingly beautiful just to spite him. I will then make him sleep
over and I will make him never want to leave. And after all that he
will kiss me goodbye for a little bit too long to make me angry. He'll
tell me to have a good day and I will probably never see him again.

On Wednesday I am driving to the north country with my dog. My
parent's are at some sort of rustic cabin like resort. I am not
looking forward to this. Mostly because it is one hundred and two
degrees and so humid that you can feel the water in the air.