Went to a cafe for a meal with another man. I was jealous that he had a new spoon and mine was an old spoon that had probably been used by thousands of other diners. We went outside to sit, him up a hill under a tall tree and me a few hundred yards away under another tall tree. A hailstorm then broke out. Isolated from each other we consumed our meals, me with an old spoon and him with a new spoon.
So, this is what it's like to eat out with another man?
Don't think I am homophobic, but, I mean . .
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Exciting Dreams of The Boring Man
2 comments:
There's something obviously eating you up here...
Well one possibility is that I bought new cutlery at Ikea some time back and I promised myself I would not use it until I installed my new kitchen.
It remains in my shed gathering dust.
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