The fact my thoughts have taken this route is scary. I mean if feelings had color... what has gotten into me? I don't think s**t like that. No normal person considers their feelings to be yellow. Trey will go back to San Francisco and play his video games. I will return to New York and resume Thursday night cocktail evening with the girls and help the right and humorless in the city buy fancy toys. It's as simple as that. Sweetest day is in a few months so I have a whole slew of flowers to order for wives.
"If it wasn't special, why did you look like someone killed your cat earlier?" she questions from between our beds.
I roll my eyes in her direction, but her head is stuck under the bed looking for misplaced items and she doesn't see. "I don't have a cat."
One day I'll meet a cute guy,
