Body Parts
You know how sometimes you just have this feeling that you're going to run into someone? I've been having that sensation recently.
The other day Michael said to a friend of his, "I have a feeling we're going to run into Blaise." And then they did run into me. This was a happy thing. They invited me to hang out in the park with them and we stayed there until the sun started to go down.
They both had read my piece about what men should wear in springtime and were surprised and disappointed. It was so specific. But it really was not meant to be taken seriously. Besides, if I ever meet the right guy all of my so-called criteria just might get flushed down the shitter. Except for the thing about t-shirts being tucked in.
We sat in the grass under a tree and surveyed all of the people taking full advantage of the gorgeous day. Everyone was happy. People were lying on blankets reading, playing football and frisbee, flying kites, having picnics. Michael thought it was like a movie. "It's so idyllic," he said. "Like right before someone discovers body parts in the trash can."
