This was a banner week. In addition to the blind date (see "I Loathe Dating in Hollywood" below) I also tried to break up with the Harvard Writer. I called him, because I was in his neighborhood, and asked to have coffee. When I arrived at his apartment, he was attired in a head-to-toe bat suit. Not a Batman suit, mind you, a bat suit. A giant onesie with webbing under the arms and little bat ears on top. Really? Yes. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
I didn't break up with him. It was really hard to concentrate.
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Please say it was for skydiving, and not some animal impersonation convention...
ReplyDeleteNot for skydiving, but also not for an animal impersonation convention. He donned it just for me. That's right. Just for me.
ReplyDeleteWowweeeeee. So, apparently you have a latent bat fetish, that only Mr. Polyamorous is aware of.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't very sexy. Confusing, yes. Sexy, no.
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