Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Peak
A few weekends ago a knocking on the door woke me up. I got up, walked to the door and asked, “Are you knocking on my door?”
“Yes.” said clearly, I hear a faint laugh.
I peak through the hole. It’s two men I don’t know. One looks like David Bowie, the other is younger, both well dressed. I open the door, in my boxers and wife beater, because you know, I care.
“Um...”
They’re at the wrong door. They want the cool spanish couple next to me. I walk back to bed laughing.
Last night people came by to buy stuff. A person in my bldg had emailed me for the bistro set. There wasn’t a connection until I told him my apt number a moment before he came down.
We’ve sortof met, he says, that day they knocked on the wrong door. Ah. The younger one. hehehe. He’s sorry I’m moving, he says within about 4 minutes. He buys all the bistro stuff. He takes my plants too. And a book on indoor plants. He is very easy on the eyes. His apartment is awesome. My slate matches perfectly. There’s gorgeous pottery that he made and gobs of books on his shelves. I touch his bedspread because it’s so beautiful. He’s got my exact apt 4 floors above me. I tell him he’s so gay. He laughs, looks at me and says, “oh yeah, completely” with a face that says he doesn’t mean it in the slightest. How to describe the way his expression changed without using silly words? I give up. rawr.
Lovely eyes. Dangerous smile. He looks different from moment to moment and I keep watching. Such an expressive face, his words keeps making me laugh. He’s surpressing a mixed accent from southern states. In between trying to remember his name I’m thinking, rawr. I mostly listen because I can’t seem to remember the point of anything I bring up. Those thousand little things I mentioned yesterday? he’s got a few. He brought wine from his apartment, we drank that. We gabbed. I served whiskey in tiny sanrio glasses when he mentioned he liked Makers (it’s the only hard stuff i have in the house, i have such good luck).
When we heard the theme of M.A.S.H. come on the tv it was a shock so much time had passed. I’ve just spent 6 hours with someone who was a stranger. I start laughing inside and out.
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