Even worse, he looked just as cute arguing with me as he did smiling at the park.
Great job, me.
When I get home after work, I decide to turn my attention to the latest chapter for MorningEnthusiast, retreating into my safe space. First, though, I sit at the tiny kitchen table and start a new message to him. Despite remaining anonymous, there’s no one in my life I open up to like I do to him, and I immediately pour my feelings out.
Don’t you hate it when something that seems potentially very good instead turns to shit immediately? And you know I pretty much never expect something to turn out good.
Like getting an ice cream cone, then dropping it on the sidewalk before you take a lick. Pure disappointment, no satisfaction whatsoever. Just plop! And then it’s all over.
Maybe that doesn’t happen for you. You always say you’re an optimist. Is it because you never drop your ice cream cones, or are you just good at taking the disappointments in stride and continuing on your way? No crying over spilled frozen milk confections.
I prefer to think you’re the rare person who gets what you want (outside of when you encounter illogical plot holes in your novels). Someone in this world has to be walking around and having things go right. And you like mornings, for fuck’s sake, so it might as well be you.
I, however, continue to stack up disappointments. This time I have no one but myself to blame, at least.
Enough bellyaching from your favorite cynic. Hope your day was better than mine.
