Wednesday, November 15, 2009
6:27 P.M. 
East Village Manhattan

I could punch on my phone, and send some texts into the universe, but that just amounts to more waiting, the very thing I am trying to pass by. I could read a book or magazine. But then my waiting thoughts would be lost forever.

Tonight I am waiting in the preferred fashion. With a delicious IPA beer, something to stimulate the senses. 

I am waiting for a boy. Although having been waiting for over a week, I seem to have forgotten—What exactly I am waiting for? 

Do you think it’s a sign that something that happened not just once, but for three months has been so easily released from my memory? A wrinkle smoothing over with every sip of my beer. 

Perhaps better than any commercial cosmetic cream that promises to remove my wrinkles with grape seed oil and avocado extract, I’ve discovered the secret ingredient to smooth away wrinkles on my brain caused by harsh UV rays and boys. But mostly boys.

I need to bottle this up and share it out! 

Ladies, introducing this season’s hottest scent, Indifference. Come and get it! 

I’ll take two.