"What else is there?"
I had the most surreal telephone conversation last night. The man I was talking to told me he was in love with me. Our exchange went thusly:
Him: "I'm in love with you, you know. You and I are the same."
Me: "You're fucking insane."
Him: "No, I'm honest. We understand one another, we both share the same fucked-up viewpoints and bitterness. I love you."
Me: "You can't possibly be in love with someone you've known for 24 hours and never even physically met."
Him: "But I like your words and voice. What else is there?"
You hear that sound? Yeah, that was me sighing.
Oh look, it's Friday night. Where's my vodka?
Him: "I'm in love with you, you know. You and I are the same."
Me: "You're fucking insane."
Him: "No, I'm honest. We understand one another, we both share the same fucked-up viewpoints and bitterness. I love you."
Me: "You can't possibly be in love with someone you've known for 24 hours and never even physically met."
Him: "But I like your words and voice. What else is there?"
You hear that sound? Yeah, that was me sighing.
Oh look, it's Friday night. Where's my vodka?
posted by Myth. at 8:41 PM
3 Comments:
Yep. Run, don't walk, when someone says such things.
So this is where you've been spending your spare-time, eh?
I'll have to look around a bit. Mind if i add you to my blogroll?
Tree: I know, and I have. Thank you.
B.J.: Nice to see you still exist! You should send me a message sometime. And no, I don't mind at all. I miss you.
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