Monday, December 26, 2005
*Beep*
"Hey...umm...I've got herpes. So, yeah, you've got me. For good. Bye."
And this is a love story for the 21st Century. An Information Age Romance. Here's some information, a bit of bad news, and now we're lovers for good. For now. Forever, maybe.
The message is left on her machine, and I click shut my cell phone. Easily 15 miles an hour over the speed limit, I click on my left blinker and I change lanes. Had she picked up, I'd be off to her place to talk, or whatever. My puny tin-can Geo parked at a meter against the brick backdrop of her apartment building with us upstairs talking, making decisions, over-dramatizing. Instead, the tin-can Geo zips down the freeway - shaking, shaking with every bump and dip. ¶ 2:17 PM
"Hey...umm...I've got herpes. So, yeah, you've got me. For good. Bye."
And this is a love story for the 21st Century. An Information Age Romance. Here's some information, a bit of bad news, and now we're lovers for good. For now. Forever, maybe.
The message is left on her machine, and I click shut my cell phone. Easily 15 miles an hour over the speed limit, I click on my left blinker and I change lanes. Had she picked up, I'd be off to her place to talk, or whatever. My puny tin-can Geo parked at a meter against the brick backdrop of her apartment building with us upstairs talking, making decisions, over-dramatizing. Instead, the tin-can Geo zips down the freeway - shaking, shaking with every bump and dip. ¶ 2:17 PM
