5/15/08 01:15 am
I have this friend, Will, who I see about three times a year, mostly in the CSU library. Freshman year of college we bonded over our love of some dangerously thin and brooding hipster with a stuttering problem that was in our writing workshop.
Sometimes we call each other, Will and I. Usually one of us is drunk. Tonight he called me, sober, and once again we approached the subject that birthed our sporadic friendship:
Will: While not of loose morals, I could hardly be called picky. I'm of that poetic breed that can become absorbed by many things.
Natalia: Oh, I understand. I'm pretty open minded. Too fuckin open minded.
Natalia: Yeah. I think that's my problem. I find major faults endearing. Like "Oh, you're a homicidal vegan meth head that litters and hates children? That's so refreshing. I think I'm in love with you."
Will: Hey, you bitch, I'm a vegan.
Natalia: Marry me?
Will: Why, my morally based dietary restrictions?
Natalia: No. Your verbal abuse. Seriously, do me. Now.
Will: You scare me.