“Too excited. Behave yourself.”
“Good to know. I’ll keep this in mind.”
When I get buzzed or semi-drunk I can’t help but to become honest, which happens now as we sway back and forth to the slow song. “He’s told me all about you and your ludicrous affection. You’re not his boyfriend, lover, or anything to him. We’re one and the same this way. We both want Putnam in our lives. Under us. Over us. Inside us. He’s single. And we are both single. He’s a good catch. We want him as our boyfriend, don’t we?
“I trespass in his house and go through his things. And you bring chicken dinners around and hope he sleeps with you. Because…Because I know he doesn’t f**k you, Gerald. You can tell me he pounds your ass all you want, but I know better. He doesn’t blow you. And he’s never eaten your ass out
