Never have missed anything as much.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Nine
A woman on the tv in gloves and fleece and a boa has the same color hair as she does. A too-fake blonde with too-real black and white mixed in.
My boyfriend calls and tells me he loves me and I wish that's all she wanted.
The lobby played 92.9 and I stopped for long enough to hear a listener call in and say, "she's been through so much for me. I wouldn't blame her if she gave up all hope, but she lives life to the fullest, and I love her for it."
A little girl from my church texts me and I can't bare to respond, but cringe more knowing she will ask her on Sunday where I am. What could she possibly say?
I start to cry seeing that she is number 11 on my recent recipients list for text messages. 11 out of 20. My life has never, ever, ever, been that way.
I miss something and I don't know what it is. Maybe it's checking the mail, or the smell of the house, or how she would buy junk food when I had been gone for long periods of time, and it'd be sitting out for me. The way I knew that was her way of saying she'd missed me. Maybe it is just thinking of her alone, when all her defenses are dropped, and she is as vulnerable as I am in this moment. Maybe she's, though. There's no way for me to know.
My boyfriend calls and tells me he loves me and I wish that's all she wanted.
The lobby played 92.9 and I stopped for long enough to hear a listener call in and say, "she's been through so much for me. I wouldn't blame her if she gave up all hope, but she lives life to the fullest, and I love her for it."
A little girl from my church texts me and I can't bare to respond, but cringe more knowing she will ask her on Sunday where I am. What could she possibly say?
I start to cry seeing that she is number 11 on my recent recipients list for text messages. 11 out of 20. My life has never, ever, ever, been that way.
I miss something and I don't know what it is. Maybe it's checking the mail, or the smell of the house, or how she would buy junk food when I had been gone for long periods of time, and it'd be sitting out for me. The way I knew that was her way of saying she'd missed me. Maybe it is just thinking of her alone, when all her defenses are dropped, and she is as vulnerable as I am in this moment. Maybe she's, though. There's no way for me to know.
Friday, October 3, 2008
33
What the water wants is hurricanes,
and sailboats to ride on its back.
What the water wants is sun kiss,
and land to run into and back.
I have a fish stone burning my elbow,
reminding me to know that I'm glad
that I have a bottle filled with my old teeth.
They fell out like a tear in the bag.
Move.
Quickly.
and sailboats to ride on its back.
What the water wants is sun kiss,
and land to run into and back.
I have a fish stone burning my elbow,
reminding me to know that I'm glad
that I have a bottle filled with my old teeth.
They fell out like a tear in the bag.
Move.
Quickly.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Banana Peel
For some reason my ears are extremely sensitive in this moment, and I'm hearing instruments previously ignored as my computer shuffles it's way through my itunes library. Stange, stange, strange.
Two days of school have passed, with both encouraging and discouraging news, classes, teachers, all of that fun stuff. Every one is telling me to just have a good attitude, buckle down and steer straight through the last year, with my studies on my mind, and every now and then I wonder how I became so negative in regards to high school. It's a small deal, but some where along the way I stopped joking about the silliness of it all, and started believing myself.
I even find it obnoxious, so I know those around me do too. I can groan and moan and raise my eye brows and blow the whole thing off if I want to, but it just causes more and more chaos, so all I really want to do is coast. Lay on my back for a little while. Float. The sun. Chicago. Stuff like that. Good things. Things that I like.
It's not going to be the case, though. There are other things that must happen. For example, lots of reading. It's not that I mind it, because I don't, it's just that it takes up so much time that I would rather be spending floating, and being in love, and doing the kinds of things that make me feel so happy that I just might explode.
Countdown to 18: 85 days.
Two days of school have passed, with both encouraging and discouraging news, classes, teachers, all of that fun stuff. Every one is telling me to just have a good attitude, buckle down and steer straight through the last year, with my studies on my mind, and every now and then I wonder how I became so negative in regards to high school. It's a small deal, but some where along the way I stopped joking about the silliness of it all, and started believing myself.
I even find it obnoxious, so I know those around me do too. I can groan and moan and raise my eye brows and blow the whole thing off if I want to, but it just causes more and more chaos, so all I really want to do is coast. Lay on my back for a little while. Float. The sun. Chicago. Stuff like that. Good things. Things that I like.
It's not going to be the case, though. There are other things that must happen. For example, lots of reading. It's not that I mind it, because I don't, it's just that it takes up so much time that I would rather be spending floating, and being in love, and doing the kinds of things that make me feel so happy that I just might explode.
Countdown to 18: 85 days.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Page 107
So engage that other creative intelligence. Listen to your instincts.
Pay attention to what you feel about the text. It probably means something.
Pay attention to what you feel about the text. It probably means something.
Friday, July 25, 2008
HEWWO??
Straaaannnnge. I have just gotten comfortable in Chicago. Living, walking, going to class, loving it. And this time next week I will be back, in my bed, in my apartment on the 7th floor, on my yellow sheets. I will need to read three books, and I will have lots of laundry to do, probably. The street cleaners will be going by and the next day will be my father's birthday. So strange. I want my life to move this way forever. Always. Siempre.
I have been drinking way too much coffee, indulging in tic-tacs, gum, and other vices not worth mentioning. Let's do some lyrics. Let's do that.
Any way, any way, any way you wanna go.
Nobody wants to get stuck for the summer
Started with one and we ended with another
Scratch your name in my side
It's all about making good time.
-Stuck for The Summer, Two Hours Traffic
It’s a place to lay yourself or the heads of coyote
Now, if you find yourself falling apart
Then I'm sure I could stand on
The Great Salt Lake
We're following home
We want more
Following home
We all want more
If ever beat down, we know who we are
They know we all want more.
-The Great Salt Lake, Band of Horses
Trouble falls in my home
Troubled man, troubled stone
turn a mountain of lies
turn a card for my life
Man of Steel, Man of Heart
Tame our ways, if we start
To devise something more
Something half ways
Only a steel man came to recover
If he had run from gold, carry over
We celebrate our sense of each other
We have a lot to give one another
-The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts, Sufjan Stevens
I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh, what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you say
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in
-Marching Bands of Manhattan, Death Cab For Cutie
and the water rolls down the drain,
the water rolls down the drain,
oh what a lonely thing! in a lonely drain!
July, July July! Never seemed so strange
July, July, July! Never seemed so strange.
-July, July, July! The Decemberists
Choo-choo train left right on time.
A ticket costs only your mind.
The driver said, "Hey, man, we go all the way."
Of course we were willing to pay.
-My Name Is Jonas, Weezer.
Sometimes doing these things are just important. Sometimes you just have to remember what was going on in your brain. They way you can slowly, slowly, slowly lose hope, and then in one good day, regain it, and remake your Chicago mix, and realize that there's nothing wrong or emabarrassing or bad about you life. It's yours. Own it. Cradle it. Dance with it.
Coffee.
I have been drinking way too much coffee, indulging in tic-tacs, gum, and other vices not worth mentioning. Let's do some lyrics. Let's do that.
Any way, any way, any way you wanna go.
Nobody wants to get stuck for the summer
Started with one and we ended with another
Scratch your name in my side
It's all about making good time.
-Stuck for The Summer, Two Hours Traffic
It’s a place to lay yourself or the heads of coyote
Now, if you find yourself falling apart
Then I'm sure I could stand on
The Great Salt Lake
We're following home
We want more
Following home
We all want more
If ever beat down, we know who we are
They know we all want more.
-The Great Salt Lake, Band of Horses
Trouble falls in my home
Troubled man, troubled stone
turn a mountain of lies
turn a card for my life
Man of Steel, Man of Heart
Tame our ways, if we start
To devise something more
Something half ways
Only a steel man came to recover
If he had run from gold, carry over
We celebrate our sense of each other
We have a lot to give one another
-The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts, Sufjan Stevens
I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh, what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you say
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in
-Marching Bands of Manhattan, Death Cab For Cutie
and the water rolls down the drain,
the water rolls down the drain,
oh what a lonely thing! in a lonely drain!
July, July July! Never seemed so strange
July, July, July! Never seemed so strange.
-July, July, July! The Decemberists
Choo-choo train left right on time.
A ticket costs only your mind.
The driver said, "Hey, man, we go all the way."
Of course we were willing to pay.
-My Name Is Jonas, Weezer.
Sometimes doing these things are just important. Sometimes you just have to remember what was going on in your brain. They way you can slowly, slowly, slowly lose hope, and then in one good day, regain it, and remake your Chicago mix, and realize that there's nothing wrong or emabarrassing or bad about you life. It's yours. Own it. Cradle it. Dance with it.
Coffee.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Text Messages
Favorites from my inbox...
The guy said we sounded like angels.
Once upon a time, there was a place called Nashville. It was full of motorists, and I hate them all.
Pie times four over two is me slappin yo ass. Slappin it niiiiice.
Have fun. Forget about it. That's an order.
Hell is a department store with unisex fitting rooms.
Ha ha! Lol.
I effing love you!
Missa Bob Harris!!
Fuck those fucking delicious cookies!!!
Let them know. It doesn't matter. People would throw shit at the pope if they found out he wore panty hose, but god would know he just needed the support. catch my drift?
You be right, sister!
Instant friends!
Whatever. You're hot.
The guy said we sounded like angels.
Once upon a time, there was a place called Nashville. It was full of motorists, and I hate them all.
Pie times four over two is me slappin yo ass. Slappin it niiiiice.
Have fun. Forget about it. That's an order.
Hell is a department store with unisex fitting rooms.
Ha ha! Lol.
I effing love you!
Missa Bob Harris!!
Fuck those fucking delicious cookies!!!
Let them know. It doesn't matter. People would throw shit at the pope if they found out he wore panty hose, but god would know he just needed the support. catch my drift?
You be right, sister!
Instant friends!
Whatever. You're hot.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Parker
I just wanted to remember this conversation.
So, I have a doctors appointment when I go home to find out whether I'm crazy or not.
Shit.
Yeah, I'm really nervous about it. It runs in my family. I just haven't been excited about anything in a long time. Like, I can't get really happy. It freaks me out. I don't want to be crazy.
It's okay, I'm crazy, I just never let any one diagnose me.
Yeah, you seem crazy. I just think about shit, you know? I have to be alone a lot.
No, me too, there's nothing crazy about that, right?
No, I don't think so. I think it's cool how much time you spend with yourself. I think that's why I've been crazy lately, I haven't been alone enough. Rachel's like cancer, you know? She's always going, going, going, and I feel bad, because I want to hang out with her, I just need to get back to being sane.
Yeah, but I think she understands that. She seems cool. I mean, I don't really know her, but...
Yeah, she's cool. But, I don't know, I just start to think too much. I look at all of this, and, like, what is this? What is the point of all of this? Like, how much money went into all of this? If a meteor hit the Earth it wouldn't even matter, you know? It wouldn't be a big deal. I mean, it would, but it wouldn't affect anything, you know?
Wow, yeah.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't be saying this to you because maybe it's what's making me crazy.
No, look, I promise I am just as crazy as you are.
Yeah?
Yeah... I mean, I can't do anything in odd numbers. Like, I'm fucking terrified of ending up with one Q-tip when I need two. Looking at bristles makes me salivate. I'm addicted to brushing my teeth. It's weird, I don't know, I just am. I can't be in groups of people. They make me nervous, especially kids my age. I'm a fucking loner. And I think I have an alien living in my body. I swear to God. I mean, I know it's not true.
An alien?
Yes.
Really?
...yeah. see?
I want to be a ghost hunter.
That's cool, man.
When I was 11 I saw one. It was a nun, and I was in Maine. Me and my dad were walking through this abandoned house, and I saw this nun and I just thought maybe it wasn't totally abandoned, you know? Like, I was 11, i didn't assume ghost.
Holy shit, dude. I'm freaking out.
Yeah, like I pointed her out to my dad, and he couldn't see her, and he got really sketched out.
I'm fucking terrified right now.
then he said the place used to be a coven, and I didn't know what that was.
A what? ...A convent, you mean?
A convent! Yes!
So, I have a doctors appointment when I go home to find out whether I'm crazy or not.
Shit.
Yeah, I'm really nervous about it. It runs in my family. I just haven't been excited about anything in a long time. Like, I can't get really happy. It freaks me out. I don't want to be crazy.
It's okay, I'm crazy, I just never let any one diagnose me.
Yeah, you seem crazy. I just think about shit, you know? I have to be alone a lot.
No, me too, there's nothing crazy about that, right?
No, I don't think so. I think it's cool how much time you spend with yourself. I think that's why I've been crazy lately, I haven't been alone enough. Rachel's like cancer, you know? She's always going, going, going, and I feel bad, because I want to hang out with her, I just need to get back to being sane.
Yeah, but I think she understands that. She seems cool. I mean, I don't really know her, but...
Yeah, she's cool. But, I don't know, I just start to think too much. I look at all of this, and, like, what is this? What is the point of all of this? Like, how much money went into all of this? If a meteor hit the Earth it wouldn't even matter, you know? It wouldn't be a big deal. I mean, it would, but it wouldn't affect anything, you know?
Wow, yeah.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't be saying this to you because maybe it's what's making me crazy.
No, look, I promise I am just as crazy as you are.
Yeah?
Yeah... I mean, I can't do anything in odd numbers. Like, I'm fucking terrified of ending up with one Q-tip when I need two. Looking at bristles makes me salivate. I'm addicted to brushing my teeth. It's weird, I don't know, I just am. I can't be in groups of people. They make me nervous, especially kids my age. I'm a fucking loner. And I think I have an alien living in my body. I swear to God. I mean, I know it's not true.
An alien?
Yes.
Really?
...yeah. see?
I want to be a ghost hunter.
That's cool, man.
When I was 11 I saw one. It was a nun, and I was in Maine. Me and my dad were walking through this abandoned house, and I saw this nun and I just thought maybe it wasn't totally abandoned, you know? Like, I was 11, i didn't assume ghost.
Holy shit, dude. I'm freaking out.
Yeah, like I pointed her out to my dad, and he couldn't see her, and he got really sketched out.
I'm fucking terrified right now.
then he said the place used to be a coven, and I didn't know what that was.
A what? ...A convent, you mean?
A convent! Yes!
Monday, July 7, 2008
Panera; Margaret
the situation is that I am sitting in Panera and I hear this conversation, or speech. I don't know the women, but one of them was named Margaret.
Woman: How about right here, Margaret?
Margaret: Oh, yeah this is perfect.
Woman: Yes, definitely. This is much better. Glad we didn’t have to sit outside! So, let me tell you, oh my god, you know? Ben keeps telling me about this friend- this girl- he’s been hanging around with, and you know, I knew he had a little crush on her, and I just tried to leave it alone-- it’s none of my business, but he finally brings her over, this weekend, right? And she’s 23. Twenty-three! And she stays for dinner and finally goes home at some awful time in the morning, and she’s covered in tattoos, mind you.
Margaret: I saw an interesting program a few weeks ago about men dating older women…
Woman: I bet it was interesting. So, finally, what happened, the next day I go into his bedroom and he asks me what I thought of her and I just didn’t say anything, you know, he already knows I don’t like her. So I just told him that it’s not my decision who he’s hanging around with, and then I said that I really didn’t want to get into it, it’s none of my business. Well, he kept telling me he asked my opinion, but I just didn’t have anything to say about her, Margaret, so I just left, and closed the door. Sometimes you just have to close the door, Margaret.
Woman: How about right here, Margaret?
Margaret: Oh, yeah this is perfect.
Woman: Yes, definitely. This is much better. Glad we didn’t have to sit outside! So, let me tell you, oh my god, you know? Ben keeps telling me about this friend- this girl- he’s been hanging around with, and you know, I knew he had a little crush on her, and I just tried to leave it alone-- it’s none of my business, but he finally brings her over, this weekend, right? And she’s 23. Twenty-three! And she stays for dinner and finally goes home at some awful time in the morning, and she’s covered in tattoos, mind you.
Margaret: I saw an interesting program a few weeks ago about men dating older women…
Woman: I bet it was interesting. So, finally, what happened, the next day I go into his bedroom and he asks me what I thought of her and I just didn’t say anything, you know, he already knows I don’t like her. So I just told him that it’s not my decision who he’s hanging around with, and then I said that I really didn’t want to get into it, it’s none of my business. Well, he kept telling me he asked my opinion, but I just didn’t have anything to say about her, Margaret, so I just left, and closed the door. Sometimes you just have to close the door, Margaret.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Chicago
The situation is that I am walking around with Josh in Humboldt Park.
You: I tried to slam the door, but it didn't really work.
You: I tried to slam the door, but it didn't really work.
Girl: Excuse me? Is that yalls car?
Me: Oh, no.
Girl: Alright, cause if it was, yall was about to get a ticket.
You: No, but thanks for looking out.
Boy: You're gonna get a ticket any way, for being together tall and short.
We laughed.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
1 AM
the situation is that it is 1 AM and a brother calls his sister, drunkenly, to discuss the plans to meet at their mothers house tomorrow. The sister has recently moved in with the father, and she is staying the night with her friend (Hayley) at the father's girlfriend's (Ruby's) house.
Sister: Hello?
Brother: Oh, hey!
Sister: hey, man. What's up?
Brother: Nothing. I'm drunk. I'm really surprised you're up! What are you doing?
Sister: Not a lot, just sitting here. I'm at Ruby's.
Brother: What!?
Sister: Yeah.
Brother: Oh, you're with dad.
Sister: Yeah.
Brother: Well are you guys hangin' out? or like, are you in a bed?
Sister: I'm in a bed.
Brother: Are you alone?
Sister: Well, Hayley's asleep beside me, so, no, kind of.
Brother: Well, are you busy? Do you need to go or something?
Sister: What? No, dude, it's one o'clock in the morning. I'm not busy.
Brother: Oh, okay, that's right. Sorry. I'm drunk.
Sister: I know. So what's the deal with tomorrow?
Brother: That's what I was calling to inquire about.
Sister: Well what's best for you?
Brother: Well, I'm probably going to be a wee bit hung over. So, I mean, I would prefer dinner honestly.
Sister: Oh. I actually have to be at the airport at like 6 AM, so, the earlier the better, for me.
Brother: Oh. So, like, what if I got there at like 5?
Sister: Maybe a little earlier would be better?
Brother: Man! I am thrilled you're up! You're usually asleep and I leave you a drunken voice message.
Sister: Haha, yeah, man, I know.
Brother: And you never listen to it. For months. You're such a bitch about your voice mail. Like, a month later you'll be like, "oh, haha, William!" and I'll be like, "What?"
Sister: Haha, yeah, pretty much.
Brother: Okay, I will plan on getting there between 3 and 4. How's that? Wait. What are your plans? What are you planning on doing?
Sister: What do you mean?
Brother: When are you going to leave?
Sister: I guess between 7 and 8 if you're going to get there between 3 and 4.
Brother: Okay. Well, look, like, I'm not trying to tell you what to do. But... I mean, you do what you have to, and I understand if you have to get sleep. But how about between like 7 and 8?
Sister: What? Yeah, man, that's what I just said.
Brother: Oh. Sorry! I'm probably not going to remember this in the morning! Why don't you just call me when you get up?
Sister: Okay.
Brother: You can just leave after we watch a movie.
Sister: Okay.
Brother: I love you. I love you, Marshall. Have a good night! I love you.
Sister: I love you too, man.
Brother: Okay, I love you.
Sister: Okay.
Brother: okay. I love you. Okay.
Sister: Okay... bye.
Brother: I love you. Okay, bye.
Sister: Hello?
Brother: Oh, hey!
Sister: hey, man. What's up?
Brother: Nothing. I'm drunk. I'm really surprised you're up! What are you doing?
Sister: Not a lot, just sitting here. I'm at Ruby's.
Brother: What!?
Sister: Yeah.
Brother: Oh, you're with dad.
Sister: Yeah.
Brother: Well are you guys hangin' out? or like, are you in a bed?
Sister: I'm in a bed.
Brother: Are you alone?
Sister: Well, Hayley's asleep beside me, so, no, kind of.
Brother: Well, are you busy? Do you need to go or something?
Sister: What? No, dude, it's one o'clock in the morning. I'm not busy.
Brother: Oh, okay, that's right. Sorry. I'm drunk.
Sister: I know. So what's the deal with tomorrow?
Brother: That's what I was calling to inquire about.
Sister: Well what's best for you?
Brother: Well, I'm probably going to be a wee bit hung over. So, I mean, I would prefer dinner honestly.
Sister: Oh. I actually have to be at the airport at like 6 AM, so, the earlier the better, for me.
Brother: Oh. So, like, what if I got there at like 5?
Sister: Maybe a little earlier would be better?
Brother: Man! I am thrilled you're up! You're usually asleep and I leave you a drunken voice message.
Sister: Haha, yeah, man, I know.
Brother: And you never listen to it. For months. You're such a bitch about your voice mail. Like, a month later you'll be like, "oh, haha, William!" and I'll be like, "What?"
Sister: Haha, yeah, pretty much.
Brother: Okay, I will plan on getting there between 3 and 4. How's that? Wait. What are your plans? What are you planning on doing?
Sister: What do you mean?
Brother: When are you going to leave?
Sister: I guess between 7 and 8 if you're going to get there between 3 and 4.
Brother: Okay. Well, look, like, I'm not trying to tell you what to do. But... I mean, you do what you have to, and I understand if you have to get sleep. But how about between like 7 and 8?
Sister: What? Yeah, man, that's what I just said.
Brother: Oh. Sorry! I'm probably not going to remember this in the morning! Why don't you just call me when you get up?
Sister: Okay.
Brother: You can just leave after we watch a movie.
Sister: Okay.
Brother: I love you. I love you, Marshall. Have a good night! I love you.
Sister: I love you too, man.
Brother: Okay, I love you.
Sister: Okay.
Brother: okay. I love you. Okay.
Sister: Okay... bye.
Brother: I love you. Okay, bye.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Mom and I
This happened essentially word for word at dinner tonight. The situation is that differences can be difficult.
Mother: Let’s hold hands and say the blessing. Our father, we want to thank you for this meal that is in front of us, and for this beautiful day, and the sunshine, and our warm beds to sleep in tonight. Help us remember that every day is a blessing, and that we should live joyously and happily the way you intended us to. Help us to remember to steer clear of being offensive, and to not easily take offense, but be patient and caring as your son, Jesus Christ, taught us to be. Bless this food to our bodies, and our bodies to your good will and service. Amen.
Daughter: Mm.
Mother: William’s a good little cook, huh? We should get him over here more often!
Daughter: He likes using the grill.
Mother: Diana Raggett’s getting married next weekend.
Daughter: What? To who?
Mother: Andrew? They met at your school.
Daughter: Oh my god.
Mother: They’re a good match. Diana is sweet. I was thinking the three of us should send her something.
Daughter: I don’t really know them.
Mother: By His Grace is sending 50 dollars.
Daughter: Well, just say, “By His Grace and Family.”
Mother: 50 dollars isn’t really very much.
Daughter: Tell them it’s from all God’s children.
Mother: 50 dollars isn’t very much for all God’s children.
Daughter: Really, though, we are sending God’s love, which is infinite and extraordinary.
Mother: That’s right.
Dad, Ruby, Peter the Swiss manager of an Italian restaurant, myself
The situation is that my father, his girlfriend, and I ate at a very nice Italian restaurant. Our reservations were at 7:30, which, in true Fletcher style, turned into 9:00. Nashville is a city that sleeps, but Peter was an interesting character with white hair and a white beard and a nice sense of humor, and wisdom, and truth.
Dad: What's your name, sir?
Peter: Peter.
Dad: We're your last customers, Peter. Sit down! Have a drink!
Peter: Oh, no, no. I don't even drink. I just own the restaurant.
Dad: Where are you from?
Peter: Switzerland.
Ruby: I knew it! I guessed German by your accent. Sorry.
Peter: German!? Oh, no.
Dad: What part?
Peter: The German part.
Me: How did you end up here?
Peter: I'll give you one guess.
Ruby: Love.
Dad: A woman.
Peter: Exactly.
Ruby and I: Awww.
Peter: Yes, well.
Ruby: Are you married to her?
Peter: No.
Dad: Ah.
Peter: We met on a cruise ship... You see, I had to learn the difference between love and lust. I thought I wanted to be with her twenty five hours a day.
Ruby: mhmm.
Peter: But now, I am married, I have children, but I believe that life takes twists and turns.... can I offer you anything else?
Dad: We'd love to see a dessert menu.
Peter: Of course, right away.
Dad: What's your name, sir?
Peter: Peter.
Dad: We're your last customers, Peter. Sit down! Have a drink!
Peter: Oh, no, no. I don't even drink. I just own the restaurant.
Dad: Where are you from?
Peter: Switzerland.
Ruby: I knew it! I guessed German by your accent. Sorry.
Peter: German!? Oh, no.
Dad: What part?
Peter: The German part.
Me: How did you end up here?
Peter: I'll give you one guess.
Ruby: Love.
Dad: A woman.
Peter: Exactly.
Ruby and I: Awww.
Peter: Yes, well.
Ruby: Are you married to her?
Peter: No.
Dad: Ah.
Peter: We met on a cruise ship... You see, I had to learn the difference between love and lust. I thought I wanted to be with her twenty five hours a day.
Ruby: mhmm.
Peter: But now, I am married, I have children, but I believe that life takes twists and turns.... can I offer you anything else?
Dad: We'd love to see a dessert menu.
Peter: Of course, right away.
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