Mythical Magic Pussy

February 11, 2011 § Leave a comment


I fucking miss that guy, and I’m going to miss him until the fifteenth time you and I have sex and you look at me and I know you’re way fucked in your head over the intensity of that feeling, so I let myself love you as much as I ever loved him.

I’ll be looking at you and my eyes will be bright and my cheeks will be pink and I’ll be the most average looking person you’ve ever seen and your brain won’t know what to do. You shouldn’t be thinking the things that you’re thinking. Those thoughts are supposed to be saved for models, gymnasts, girls in rock bands. My hair is dull and unflattering and you’ve never been happy about my arms.

“Nobody has a magic pussy,” I told my friend.  He said I have to stop thinking that way. I said that so does he, then I put my clothes back on under the blankets, stepped over his stack of porn- he has a thing for big tittied women in superhero costumes, and went to take a quiet shit in his bathroom.

While I was in there I checked my email, hitting the refresh button every few seconds, hoping my thumb was magic instead; hoping one of those refreshes would turn up an email from him saying he was coming back from Italy. Instead I got an email from you.  It was just a link to something you thought I’d like. I didn’t like it at all.

So, I guess that’s where you and I are headed.

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