April 29, 2008 - Tonight 

I wanted to post this last night, but you know how things go.  I got lazy and forgot to post it. Here goes:

Tonight is the last night I will sleep in the apartment condo _______ and I used to call home. I will be sleeping in the bed we used to make love in. I know it’s crass, but it would take me a few extra fingers and hands to count the amount of times we used to play around with tying each other to the bedposts… and boy, I remember the times with the handcuffs…!  

(It was a sweltering July day and, man, I can still close my eyes and see the sunlight glistening on her curves, because, I’ll tell you, it was so hot – the day AND everything we were doing – that she was slippery with perspiration.)  

But I digress.  

I’ve decided I can’t be alone tonight. I’ve decided to go out for a few drinks with some friends. Sadly, Betty said I should have told her about this sooner, because she already has plans. Spike’s taking his kids to soccer practice or swimming lessons or something. Lisa’s loaded down with some last minute deadline. I even emailed Talia to see if she was up for a last minute drink, but she said she’s had “disciplinary issues” with her 18 year old son and told me she’d go into more specifics when she’s feeling less enraged, which will hopefully be tomorrow.  

I was even thinking I should take Betty up on her idea. “CallKit,” she said, referring to her attractive but (I suspect) somewhat emotionally high maintenance girlfriend Kit. Betty explained that on Tuesday nights, Kit’s often reading her poetry aloud at some “open mike” at a coffee shop downtown… “andofcourseshe’dloveanaudience,Jimmy,” said Betty, “andsinceGodknowsI’veseenKitreadherpoetryenoughforonelifetime,I’m sureshe’dbetickledtoseeYOU!”  

No thanks.  

So I emailed HER. _________. My ex.  

So (and I know you think this is stupid) but that’s who I’m going for drinks with tonight. And I’m pretty sure there will be no need for handcuffs.