today i felt swell. i drank lots of tea in my apartment and read a play. i walked around the city and went to my favorite tea house and drank a vanilla latte tea. i went to the video store and got Coming Home. unfortunately, i did not get to go to the checkout because i had to talk to someone on the dreaded cell phone. apparently, according to my sister, the man behind the video counter was lovely and scruffy and polite, and i would have totally dug him. argh, i was so sad i missed that. however, i fall in love with every scruffy gentleman i see, so . . . maybe it's a good thing i didn't see him. i have so far fallen in love with a man wearing a grizzly bear t-shirt in little italy, a man wearing a casiotone for the painfully alone t-shirt in a used bookstore, all the men at the used bookstore i regularly go to, a european in my class who reminds me of ben whishaw. my heart is pooped from all this love-at-first sight nonsense. . .
i am actually kidding -- i'm not falling love after first glance -- but wouldn't it be great if i started heckling cute guys on the street? you know, women are constantly honked at and men yell strange compliments from car windows. some women adore that, but i think it's unfair that women have to deal with that when men don't. so maybe i should start randomly shouting strange complements to the men.
"dude, your white v-neck t-shirt really accentuates your pecs"
or
"you look as if you could be sufjan stevens and rosie thomas' fake love child"
or
"you have the face of a Grecian god"
or
"now i know how it must have been to see lord byron face-to-face.
or
"i'll let you be in my dreams if i can be in yours" (dylan)
i think this is a revolutionary idea. if enforced, this could change the whole landscape of gender relations.
let's do this, girls!
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