Love

Todd called me Sunday night. He's a welder, he wears womens underwear (daily), he loves Big Black, he loves eyeballs, he loves sharp shiny metal objects, he has a sacred geometry symbol tattooed on his tummy, he likes to set himself on fire, he loves violet wands, he wants to help me with my t-shirt company, he loves S&M, he loves inner-city-4-wheeling, he drinks chai, he wants to be gay, he really does and he's tried to be, but he's truly straight..
He picked me up at my house in a white pickup truck with a bowling ball in the back so it rolled around and made terriffic noise. He drove me to Paris on the Platt (can you believe that Charles Edwards guy still works there), we talked about everything and we are so alike. We drove around Denvers industrial area through a bunch of construction sites and train yards. We went back to his art gallery house and he showed me his basement full of welding tools, tools, rusty metal, bowling balls, paint cans, racks of strange clothes and hats and Dr. Suess books. We made out next to the chunks of re-bar. We went upstairs and he gave me a rusty old meat hook (*joy*). We sat on the couch and made out for a few hours, wonderful passionate kissing. He really loved it when I licked his eyeball.
Maggie and Mikey, PLEASE tell me that 3 hours of just kissing counts for at least a couple of dates??? Aw fuck what you guys say... Oh yeah.. I'm busy tonight, sorry, can we get together another night? He he.
This is really serious, I'm not gonna sleep with anyone else, this is an actual relationship, I'm not gonna chase skirt or keep anyone on the side.
Hey Lucas, what's the chance of me finding a guy that likes Big Black and wears womens underwear??

bowling

Oh yeah, we bowled too. I know what you're thinking, "Nikki, you hate bowling more than anything else on the planet." Yes, but this is a different thing. He drove down 14th at 40 MPH and I chucked a bowling ball out the window at the Masonic building. HA HA HA!