Girl of My Dreams
The girl of my dreams texted me today,
saying how good the weather was.
I said yes,
and if I ever had the money, I would spend every summer in a place where it rains all day, like Kerela or Cherrapunji.
The girl of my dreams asked if we could meet around 5:00 in the evening.
I said OK, no problems.
Well…the moment I said that, something happened
the cosmology changed
maybe the moon — it has great effects upon a woman after all.
Anyhow, she was suddenly a little inaccessible.
About an hour later, the girl of my dreams texted that she could get late.
I said it was OK, no problems.
I shaved, showered, tried a couple of outfits and combed my hair.
My pants looked a little old, shoes didn’t match with the T-shirt, and the T-shirt had whiskers coming out of it.
I thought, Goddamn if I ever had to do all of this every day.
After a little while, I took off the shirt and sat bare-chested on a chair in front of the TV.
And sat there for about two hours doing nothing.
Another hour later: I got up, took off my jeans and shoes, and changed back to my boxers.
Just as I did that, the girl of my dreams texted me saying she was sorry, something had sprung up.
I turned on the TV, stretched my feet on the table, and texted her back:
It’s OK, no problems.
