qualifications

me: yeah, but the last time we talked about this i was drunk and laying on the floor of your car
him: you mean tuesday, right?
me: [pause] right

[ . . .]

in the middle of a whole thing about how he can't seem to "figure me out"

me: if i were any more real -- you'd have absolutely no idea what to do with me
him: you really are the strangest person i've ever met

i just smile. in the awkward crooked way i have of saying things without words. sip cold coffee and stare out the window at a city that's never going to be any more familiar. and i always thought that one day i'd grow out of this.