I am warm here. I will come back, next time with friends. I love Paris.
The cell phone rings. It's Jay. Thank the lord. 67th and Columbus.
She is beautiful. I love my Jaylene. Bohdi is a bitchy tired baby. She immediatly asks me to fill in the drama of the past week. I tell her all about it. She jokes that I need to write her everyday just to keep up with the men and the randomness.
"Eugene is so boring and I am so lonely.", she says.
I am immediately sad. I miss her and she has not left my sight yet. I wish I could wrap myself around Jay and protect her: protect her from the lonely, the sleepless nights, the self-doubtful thoughts. She deserves better than she has. We are sitting near the door of the coffee shop. Between the cold wind and Bohdi, we are picking up our straws and napkins off the floor every 2 minutes. I have my coat draped over my shoulders. She raves about my hair. I notice she's bleached the ends of her jet black mane. "Thought you weren't going to do any alterations."
Bohdi is still breast feeding. Children are leaches in every way. No, people are. Naturally they are, but this can be changed.
an ultra skinny asian girl stands in line for coffee. I decide I wouldnt sleep with her, not ever. Not that I had a choice anyway.
I take the 1 train uptown to 72nd and transfer to the downtown. All this subway construction on the weekends is highly annoying.
Im meeting Jay for lunch and shopping in SoHo tomorrow. I wont be buying anything, but maybe I can help look after the leach while she gets something pretty for herself.