Jealous Jeffrey

It’s the first day we haven’t talked, something neither of us expected until some time next month. I think an ounce of Jäger will serve as company instead, and maybe a digestif for the healthy salmon (who must have swam 100000km before being caught) that was thanked for dinner. It burns the stomach and the throat, but doesn’t keep me warm.

Sometimes, she teases by calling me Jealous Jeffrey. It’s likely she’s gone to bed cause she has to get up early tomorrow, fallen asleep after a pilsner she grabbed from work. But the mind wanders, and I think of her at a Sigma Nu party, being hit on by some frat boy with a popped collar and a striped wristband around his forearm.

I never worry though, not cause I know she’s mine, but because she does.

3 comments

  1. That sounds like me and my boyfriend. He doesn’t worry about me because he knows I’m loyal and a worry wart. How is your eyebrow may I ask? I came across your blog after researching eyebrow piercings and I got mine done this weekend! I think Asians look really awesome with piercings!

    • The piercing is still doing fine two years later, although the skin started to recede a bit, and now I think I need a shorter bar.

  2. I’ll say it again! AHA!! Yay!

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