Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Lengthy Entry Not Really Explaining The Nature Of My Friendship With Stan For the past couple days I have been suffering from a really bad cold, and Stan did the honors to announce to all my students and friends that I had the Swine Flu. Thank you, Stan, from the bottom of my swine flu infested heart. As far as our something-ship goes, everybody asks anybody they can get a hold of what is the deal between the two of us. Are we dating? Are we doing it?... Why don't we associate with anybody else in the department? The answers: No, no, and because we do not appreciate people blabbering about what is not their business. There is an obvious attraction between Stan and I, but we are not doing anything about it because: Week ago The door swings open and Stan runs towards me and holds me and hugs me and just won't let go and continues repeating today's mantra: "I am so glad you are here! I am SO happy to see you!!" He exlaims and continues to throw his 6'3" skinny but fit body. While I am enjoying all his muscles squeezing the life of me, I wonder... what is this? Is he on crack? If so, what kind of crack? Was it pure? Maybe the impurities are affecting his thinking... I guess we have to contact the supplier... Later he tells me he almost died. Had a close call. And the only thing he could think of is how happy he is going to be if he just sees me once again. 6 days ago I come to work and on my keyboard there lies a drawing by Stan. It was a beautiful, dark, mysterious and at the same time a romantic drawing. He drew it the previous night just for me. I took it home and framed it; replaced the photo of me and my ex. 5 days ago "I do not understand why you have these classes. I can teach you for free. Me and my Speedos. It's not like you will become an Olympic Swimmer with that guy." Stan frowns. 2 days ago I announce how I overslept for my two hours of private practice with the Instructor. I hope he doesn't think I ditched him. I wanna continue this... private instruction deal. Meanwhile Stan tells me if I want to, I can lick and molest him some more. Yesterday While teaching, Stan and I talked about life. He told me stories about his drug induced years. Acid. Shrooms. Naked bodies. People jumping out of moving cars. I do not have stories like this. I never did drugs. I have stories of breaking and entering. Joy riding. Sleeping under bridges. Talking to strangers and robbing them off their candy. He said he is going to pick a nice day, pick me up, and drive me to the woods. He wants to go on a nature walk with me, the whole day. I know that this is what he likes to do with girls he wants to have as girlfriends. Later yesterday "This girl in the study room, she looks lonely, I should fix this." He asks me to approve or disapprove. I walk by, glance, and gesture that she is so-so. He walks in, says couple words. I continue walking. Couple minutes later I look back just to see Stan leading the girl to his office; he makes a face when he notices my big grin. Today "I am really sorry." He says for something I really didn't care for. ____________ 1:34 a.m. - October 19, 2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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