the thing about baboons is that they spank their kids.

We stared and we stared. We got more daring... instead of the passing gaze with the occasional look, we finally allowed the look. We looked directly and gazed for a long time, our eyes locked on each other uninhibitedly, unabashedly, un-everything expect perfect calm and perfect confidence.

He finally made my night the very last time, when he mouthed the word, "hi." Perfectly and slowly, deliberate and soft, gentle, but still unashamed. I grinned and mouthed "hey" back, then I skipped through the doors and ran down the platform to hop on before the doors closed for the last train of the night.

If you ever want to stay in a heart, that is the way to do it.

( why you can't judge a book by its cover. or how i figured out that sometimes i don't know myself as well as i previously thought. )

FYI: Things not to say while attempting to buy furniture on craigslist:

#1: I'll pay you to come to my house and drop this off. Come right now.
#2: You sound really young. Like 18-20. Are you that age? (After explaining that both of his sons graduated college already). I guess you just don't sound like someone who should be having a serious job is all.
#3: I'm just trying to make this work for you, Emily. I'm doing this for you.
#4: Can you call me back and let me know when you've sold things?
#5: You must be a pretty small person.
#6: I don't really know what I want. I wish you could see my apartment so you could help me decide.


motherfucking nutters. they are all off their rockers.


p.s. I usually love being single, but it's times like these that I do miss that tall, buff male companion that makes all of this a little bit less creepy.