saturday night spent sleeping. seven pm until ten this morning. nine actually. i forgot to spring forward. spring's trap sprung - one hour. lostjustlikethat. even conscious this time. no future wife to be found at friday night's celebration of life. only drunk soccer player who told me, 'i've always been really attracted to you.'
me: i'm fairly attracted to you too. (qualifiers fall lost upon drunk ears)
she: really?
me: sure, we should do something sometime.
she: wow, let me get your number, my boyfriend's cool with, you know, whatever.

seeing as neither one nor the other had a pen, she went questing. upon arrival she started scribbling as i whispered lightly upon inclined ear. fast she stopped and thrust yellow paper in pocket.
she: my boyfriend didn't see, did he?
me: i don't know.

perfect. my future wife. i hope not.

after kegs ran dry, exodus ensued. solidarity - no. bar ô the bar. filled me with fumes. i have the same conversation scores of times every time i go to the bar. sometimes i add little remarks couched in standard protocall.

me: well, you know, things are going just like they always do. busy with school, child porn and not enough sleep. other than that nothing new.
he: what?
me: what?
he: i don't know.
me: me neither.
he: cool.
me: yeah.