Monday, September 10, 2007

Why X=Y?????

I've been talking to the ex online off and on since it happened, for the last four and a half months. Mostly more off than on, although lately, for whatever reason, there's been somewhat of a resurgence.

The other day he was talking about quitting his job, or going part-time, in order to focus on teaching and practicing yoga. (He's been saying the same thing for quite a while now; it's all I've heard about for the last year and a half).

"It's this promotion," he said, "it got me all off track."

"Well, money talks," I said.

"Yeah, it kissed my earlobes," he said.

"Money's a sneaky bitch," I agreed.

And I tried, quickly, to think of something else, anything else, but it was too late. It was there, in black and white on the screen, kissed my earlobes, and suddenly I was overcome by a flood of sensations rushing over me: the taste, the texture, even the fucking temperature of his earlobes. Did he do this on purpose? I thought. Is he trying to DESTROY me??

Fuck him. Fuck him and his perfect earlobes.

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