Apparently there are more groupings of men than just married and available, Coco informed me the other night when we went out to see the Life of Pi. Incidentally we didn’t
realize it was 3D. It was our first experience. I got worried when they previewed Jurassic Park in 3D. “I hope I don’t scream,” I told her. Twenty years ago when I saw Jurassic Park, I let out a blood curdling yell in the theater when the guy’s arm fell off unexpectedly. Is your arm falling off anything you ever expect?
“I hope you don’t too,” she answered. Apparently she remembered that scream, not because she was there, but because later in the day one of her friend’s parent had commented about the lady in the movie house who shrieked.
Okay, back to the groupings of men. There’s the “meathead” guys – good looking, but not too cerebral. There’s one she’s “hanging” with now, who is “dirty hot,” but still a meathead. Then she thought a minute, confused. “And he even goes to museums.”
There’s her “big bear” guy. At first I thought, her snow trip friend, but “big bears” are evidently big hairy gay guys. The little hairy ones are some other kind of animal – maybe like possums. She told me but I don’t remember. Obviously, not all gay guys are into decorating.
She’s “hanging” with another platonic friend guy. What I asked what group he belonged to, she said, the “pain in the butt” group. She toasted a slice of homemade bread he’d brought over. She gasped. “What’s the matter?” I asked.
“He left a stupid fake cockroach on the sink,” she answered back after composing herself. Now I know why he’s in the “pain in the butt” group.
I’m really bad at all this new terminology.
Today I stopped at the GAP’s for a few minutes. The little Mouse heard me should out, “Yaya’s here,” and swung the door open. I guess there’s one more group of guys. He was
“I’m trying to potty train him,” said the GAP.
He gave me a hug. It’s been a long time since I’ve been hugged by a naked guy – at least in the daylight.
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