fuzzy math
Myrna Munster tells me she can't see me anymore, as she wants to know what it is like being in a relationship with someone her own age. I am 44. She is 32.
I dreamt I was working on a game show for college students. In all of the hullabaloo on stage after the show wrapped, I saw that Myrna Munster was there, as she knew one of the contestants on the quiz show. She noticed me too. Neither of us was surprised to see the other there. But because of issues of standards and practices, we both pretended not to know each other.
It became apparent that Myrna was in a thing with one of the college students. I guess it is my experience that with the fuzzy math and logic of most folks, forsaking a relationship with somebody older than one, for a relationship for somebody younger than one is equivalent to having a relationship with somebody one's own age. Or something.
As the contestants and their guests continued to mingle, Myrna discreetly held up the screen of her laptop, in order for me to see some graphic or text. This screen contained the directions to a rendezvous point for the two of us. Was this to tie up loose ends?
I could not make out what the screen said. Then it was closed shut and Myrna continued to socialize and gadfly with the college students. She looked happy, as always.
I dreamt I was working on a game show for college students. In all of the hullabaloo on stage after the show wrapped, I saw that Myrna Munster was there, as she knew one of the contestants on the quiz show. She noticed me too. Neither of us was surprised to see the other there. But because of issues of standards and practices, we both pretended not to know each other.
It became apparent that Myrna was in a thing with one of the college students. I guess it is my experience that with the fuzzy math and logic of most folks, forsaking a relationship with somebody older than one, for a relationship for somebody younger than one is equivalent to having a relationship with somebody one's own age. Or something.
As the contestants and their guests continued to mingle, Myrna discreetly held up the screen of her laptop, in order for me to see some graphic or text. This screen contained the directions to a rendezvous point for the two of us. Was this to tie up loose ends?
I could not make out what the screen said. Then it was closed shut and Myrna continued to socialize and gadfly with the college students. She looked happy, as always.
posted by iggy-reilly at 11:43 AM
1 Comments:
Oh! Nice spam. French kissing. Yum.
Personally, I've always preferred older men. The older they are, the more time they've had to practice and hone sexual techniques. Who wants a youngster that you have to teach everything too? Blah!
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