last night a 35-year-old multimillionaire fell in love with me.
I guess my vow to stay in and sleep all weekend was broken on the first night of it, and I find myself hungover again, wishing I'd taken my own advice... again. after years of partying with my mother I really should have learned SOMETHING. namely not to do it, I guess.
but see, once upon a time when I was a little girl (maybe 12 or so) I fell what I considered at the time to be deeply and passionately in love with one of my mother's best friends. a good many years passed and he was visiting from the east coast, and in the way that these things tend to happen the decade between our ages seemed to shrink with every shot of jameson we took....
...you can probably guess the rest.
he's getting married across the country in two days. getting completely wasted drunk with his multimillionaire best friend while in possession of that knowledge was probably not the most tactical move. you're amazing, he said over and over, offering me the world piece by piece in a kindergarten show-and-tell kind of way, desperate and pathetic. it was utterly revolting, but strangely fascinating. for about the ten-millionth time in my life I wished desperately that I could just dispense with my standards and marry the guy.
me? a multimillionaire's trophy wife? stranger things have happened, I'm sure, but not many of them.
sitting outside the sky started lightening I told him the whole story between great hiccuping sobs while he tried to find cheap excuses to touch me. my skin is crawling thinking about it now, but at 4 in the morning with my 12 year old heart breaking over a decade late and my bloodstream composed primarily of alcohol it didn't seem to matter much.
I guess my vow to stay in and sleep all weekend was broken on the first night of it, and I find myself hungover again, wishing I'd taken my own advice... again. after years of partying with my mother I really should have learned SOMETHING. namely not to do it, I guess.
but see, once upon a time when I was a little girl (maybe 12 or so) I fell what I considered at the time to be deeply and passionately in love with one of my mother's best friends. a good many years passed and he was visiting from the east coast, and in the way that these things tend to happen the decade between our ages seemed to shrink with every shot of jameson we took....
...you can probably guess the rest.
he's getting married across the country in two days. getting completely wasted drunk with his multimillionaire best friend while in possession of that knowledge was probably not the most tactical move. you're amazing, he said over and over, offering me the world piece by piece in a kindergarten show-and-tell kind of way, desperate and pathetic. it was utterly revolting, but strangely fascinating. for about the ten-millionth time in my life I wished desperately that I could just dispense with my standards and marry the guy.
me? a multimillionaire's trophy wife? stranger things have happened, I'm sure, but not many of them.
sitting outside the sky started lightening I told him the whole story between great hiccuping sobs while he tried to find cheap excuses to touch me. my skin is crawling thinking about it now, but at 4 in the morning with my 12 year old heart breaking over a decade late and my bloodstream composed primarily of alcohol it didn't seem to matter much.
