girlfriend island ↘↖
I’m late. Posting, I mean. ONLY posting.
It was because of labor. Labor DAY I mean.
Sheesh, get your buns out of the oven and your minds out of the gutter. I think there’s been quite enough baby talk on this blog for a while.
The harder I try to stick to a steady schedule of posting for you, the more life seems determined to jump in and complicated things. Isn’t that always the way it goes? Luckily, when my life is filled with mundane chaos (how’s that for a contradiction), my friends regale me with their own debaucherous tales. So since I’m already running late, I’ll share one of those little nuggets with you.
My friend Charlie has been living la vida single guy since about January. He was happy to find that unlike the island on Lost, it IS possible to leave Girlfriend Island, possibly to never return. A serial monogamist in the past, he’s found himself single for an extended period of time for the first time in his adult life. He’s been enjoying getting his feet wet as he wades back into the dating pool.
Recently, he was lounging in a gal’s bed “after a marathon.” She was looking for something in the drawer in her bedside table, rummaging about, and she then returned to bed. Half asleep, he heard her cell phone buzz beside him, and pulled it out of the nightstand mumbling, “Oh, you’re phone is ring-” Only as he started to hand it over did he realize that her phone was oddly… phallic. The object vibrating in his hand was not at all a phone.. Since there was no recovering from or denying the situation, he asked if it had a name. “Oh, that’s Steve,” she responded.
Charlie took that as his cue to leave. You know what they say, three’s a crowd. Steve was clearly planning on staying around longer than Charlie was - at least until his batteries ran out.
