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Ridley posted at 10:15 AM
"I mean he looks good in blonde, but even better in me". I could swear that Kyle had said some of the most darned statements the rest of humanity has never thought of. We were on a man date, by the seaside- Kyle's idea. It was always Kyle's idea each time we met. Kyle always liked being in control. He had called himself a "power bottom" and had tried to explain what it meant to me. It was a concept I found hard to grasp but it did not matter much to me. Never once has it mattered to whether Kyle was gay, straight, or bi. Kyle was the only person who enjoyed giving attention to me, and I wasn't exactly getting much attention.
The waves. I watched as the waves crashed on the man-made shorebanks. It was beautiful yet tragic all the same. The waves had travelled so far, only to end up crashing in the end.
"So I recently met up with Jane. It's true, they broke up." Kyle was amusing sometimes. He liked the attention from me so much that he'd change topics just so I'd still pay attention to him.
Jane. Jane was definitely my dream girl. She was sweet-natured, never seen without a smile but always opinionated. I met the lady during a summer job at the town's mall. She looked bitchin' good even in a plain black polo and a brown apron working at the organic facial wash store. Her skin was near to flawless, white like ivory. Her hair was light brown and her eyes wide like a doe's.
I had the opportunity of exchanging conversations with Jane during my smoke breaks. Despite of all the brilliance beaming from Jane, she enjoyed solitude most. She would eat her apples dipped in peanut butter in the open, where everyone else smoked. Her excuse was that no one else from her store could disturb her in her hour of withdrawal.
We never really talked much though. It was always his and byes and obligatory sentences about our day. It was unfortunate I never asked her out. Not when she blogged about her boyfriend every fortnightly.
"Do you think drowning's painful?"
I answered "nah."
Kyle was bewildered.
"Maybe. Maybe it's not as painful as living."
That was Kyle, trying to connect with me. He might have embraced being campy, but deep down Kyle was as demented as I am, one way or another.
I loved him for that.
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