Sunday, January 4, 2009

there has been a Spanish man occupying my bed

He has been in it for an entire week. I met him at the coffee shop. He noticed that I’d been filling out job applications and offered to pay me 80 dollars to stay at my place for the week. I said no over and over, but he persisted. I finally caved and he followed me back home.

Things were cool at first. He would cook me dinner and we would watch movies. We even cuddled. But after the third day I was ready for him to leave. I had been sleeping at donna’s [she was visiting family and friends in the east] and was more than ready to have my space back. He would arrive in the evening and leave in the morning, but it was still too much. He was over critical, very particular, and wouldn’t tell me why he had spent the past 3 months traveling the west coast.

He is gone now and I am very happy.

2 comments:

Sean P. Morrissey said...

oh my god, rachel. this is how people end up with dateline investigation stories about them.

Ms. Blumenfeld said...

Otra vez!!!

I wonder how El Espaniard and Miss Big Mouth got along on their coffee date...