gotta forget

I have this boy I have to forget all about. I aim to have forgotten him completely by the time I start my new job February 1^st. I’m not sure he knows how much of an impact he’s had on me but, then again, he has a certain power over girls that he appears to be quite aware of. You see, the thing I like about him is he’s been reliable up ‘til now when it comes to comedy. The thing about conversation art is you have to find a partner who can really roll with the punches; you need someone who knows when to hold back and knows when to proceed with caution. Most importantly, you need someone who knows to not take conversation to undesirable places too soon. Anyhow, I guess I was responsible for taking dialogue to a sort of undesirable place with this guy and now everything’s wrecked and I have to forget him. The really unfortunate thing is now, in order to stave off boredom, I have to seek out new-and more often than not insipid-people to converse with in his absence. I have a tendency to make up a lot of dialogues in my head; I like feeling complete control, I like to decide for myself how people respond to each jab, each cue, and how every question takes the conversation someplace new but entirely up to me. Rarely do real life conversations go as smoothly or as hilariously as the ones I make up when I’m bored. However, from time to time I’ll stumble upon someone who’s capable of improving upon themes I present and presents new themes that astonish and excite me. A person like this is extremely rare and, when they also come in the form of an unyieldingly handsome man, this is when alarm bells start to whistle and the old mind starts working overtime trying to conceive of some way to capture this creature, someway to make him mine. Forever and ever.