Valentine’s Day
Marta’s supposed boyfriend, Buddy, or as I call him, “Buddy”, the VCU creative writing teacher - who’s a d-i-c-k!!, called her at zero hour before their big Valentine’s date last night to tell her that he had a last minute mandatory faculty meeting and wouldn’t be able to make it. And oh, he was so sorry - that he’d been looking forward to this for months - that he’d make it up to her - kootchie kootchie - blah blah blah.
Now, I know he’s got this katy perry grad assistant on the side that I’ve seen him with at the the Starbuck’s at Stuart and Robinson - but she doesn’t know - but I’m thinking that’s what he’s really got going on that’s mandatory.
Anyway …
After huffing and puffing and crying for about a half hour, Marta tells me me to “gets off my lazy ask” - that she wants to buy me dinner - like I don’t know what’s really going on.
Can’t say the company was that great, but as far as African bushman standards go, the food was pretty damn good. I was even able to slip in a third martini while she was gazing blankly off into the distance.
blah blah blah blah blah
(thumbsup)
