I've just dined with Alice Munro. It was relatively quiet as I didn't say one word and instead let her letters slip off the page and create for me an alternate universe.
Every once in a while, I would be pulled from her pages by the loud voices of two late 20-something young women seated at the table next to me.
"I was with David Friday night."
"Whose David?"
"The guy I'm dating. He's why I couldn't see you Saturday. We spent Friday night together, went out for breakfast Saturday and rented movies and hung out with, like, his dog that night. It's what we do...but it's not a relationship. The sex is GREAT! And then there's Andrew."
"Whose Andrew?"
"The other guy I'm dating. He's perfect. He's a homeowner, he owns a vehicle and has an excellent job. He's tall, too, and the sex with him is GREAT also."
Pause. Check bberry. Look out window at protestors (Sri Lanka / tamil), and ask "who the fuck are they?"
"Who cares. They, like totally held up traffic last week. You're in Canada!
God. Get over it, right?"
Pause. Check bberry, then continue
"Anyway. So like whatever happened to Mikey?"
"Sex with Mikey is even MORE awesome. I'm seeing him tonight."
Pause. Check bberry, then yell "WHAT!"
"Omg what's wrong?"
"READ!"
"Omg. Mikey has a girlfriend?"
"Yeah!"
"You're, like, The Other Woman. That's slammin' cool."
"And he's breaking up with her. Right. Now!"
"Awesomeness. You're a rockstar!"
"To the max, yo. I'm totally updating my FaceBook status to tell everyone about this...f*ck YEAH!!"
Droooooooone.Focus on white tuna.
White noiiiiiiiiise. Your daughters will not be like this.
Ugggggggggggh.Tataki. Tataki. Tataki.
Huuuuuuuuuurrl.I hate girls.
Also, I wish to run into the hills and hide.
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