Monday, May 11, 2015

tonight

He read me a story about a woman named Ada, who he says reminds him of me.







"That was beautiful, but she's alone under that tree. I want someone to sit with her."

"But that's not the point."

"I know. I know. It's just an incredible compliment. I love Ada, but none of them stay. Because they don't have to stay. Because she doesn't need them they all leave."

"But she's fine."

"Yeah, you're right."






"So I think you need to put that on a list."

"A list?"

"Yeah. Mark that page. Reading a story to a woman is like a beautiful bouquet of flowers. That was incredibly sexy and your inflection and you just hit it out of the ballpark. Way to go, man."

"Seriously?"

"Uh huh. Use that."

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