9/12/14

As My Buddy Lay Sleeping

He flopped over and passed out in her lap. She turned to me and asked, "You know what celebrity you look like?"

"Well, the only one I've ever heard is Andrew McCarthy which is funny. I've always thought he was kind of dorky looking."

"I think he's hot," she said.

"Yeah, right. Especially in Weekend at Bernie's."

As her boyfriend slept, she talked about how hot she thought I was, too. The cabbie said nothing. Neither did our friend Curt, who sat there silently in the front seat pretending to hear nothing.

Desperate for a new topic I blurted, "Hey, look. That's the field where I play soccer."

"You play soccer? That's sexy." She ran her fingers through my hair and added, "You know what I think? I think there's an animal in you that you never let out."


Thank god she didn't work out. He's marrying someone great this month.
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