Convo with the Kissing Bandit 06.18.04
Kissing Bandit: Are you sleeping better yet?
Moi: As well as I can, considering.
KB: You have too much to do.
Moi: I know.
KB: You know what would help? hehehehe
Moi: Oh shut up. Sex does *not* fix everything.
KB: Oh yes it does.
Moi: Well, it is a good at delivering a sopophoric effect, but the side effects or collateral damage…
KB: Yada, yada, you think too much.
Moi: And you, you’re so ruthlessly careless.
KB: But I sleep marvelously.
Moi: Well ye *do* need the beauty sleep.
KB: Bitch.
Moi: How do you do it?
KB: Do what?
Moi: How do you manage to live your life as if there is an infinite amount of opportunity to fall in love? You just…
KB: Because I’m right. Aren’t I?
Moi: But …
KB: Yes?
Moi: *sigh*
KB: Like I’ve said before, you think too much.
Moi: Or perhaps, not really enough at all.
KB: Listen, sweetcheeks, now this is the only time I’m going to be remotely patronizing here…
Moi: But…
KB: No shut up now and listen.
Moi: OK.
KB: You. You have a problem. When you’re in love, you never aknowledge how awesome it is and you worry it to death. And then before or afterwards, you always act like you’ve never known love really before. And when mourning love you bemoan that you’ll never have the opportunity to love again. And it’s bullshit. You’ve been loved. You’ve loved hard. And you did it right. Sometimes you didn’t do it right. But you .. you gotta stop acting and feeling and thinking yourself into a hole like that’s the only time or the last time you’ll ever be in love again. There really *is* an endless opportunity to fall in love. If you let yourself. And you so rarely let yourself.
Moi: …
KB: Are you listening to me?
Moi: Yes.
KB: Ok. Now go put on some sexy panties.
Moi: The black ones?
KB: No, the red ones, darling. It’s friday.
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