Out of It

The other day I had a date with an extra hunky guy who reminded me of Clark Kent. He wore specs and was gloriously built.

But what he did not know what how to do what I needed him to do.

He was waiting for Godot.

Completely and utterly out of it. Unable to respond to anything of seriousness I had to say. He had lost the ability to think in a morass of little green bundles, crumbled into a pipe and smoked. Oblivion had hijacked his mind.

And there were cupcakes. Chocolate ones. With HUGE heads of mint frosting. OH. So sublime. And I brought him donuts.

At one point, I wanted to place a donut on my stomach and have him eat it off. It was the only just and right thing to do. Except maybe, I was too tired? Wanted HIM to think of it. I don't know.

And he snored. But this time, I would have no truck with that. I left.

I remain exhausted by life,

Hilda Stinson