(Can I mention the oddity of the conversation I am overhearing? It seems to be a tutoring session involving algebra word-problems. This particular one involves plotting consumption of hamburgers and marginal utility.)
There is this mythological hero that I have. He's really great. And someday, unexpectedly, he's going to hold my hand, and have a picnic with sandwiches and ants. The ants are okay, they just want to picnic also. It will feel right, and we will go whale watching (to prove whales exist. I am skeptical.), and collect important things. I suspect he will look good in any light. And he will even like my feet. And he wont make me swim. Ever. He will also know when I'm joking, and when to laugh at me. We will take each other as seriously as we should, and live a harmonious co-existance. Raunchily, I would hope he understands my sex-drive. So, darling, I know you exist, and please know that I also exist and have discovered your presence in this universe. (It is important to distinguish among universes, because in one, we are already together. In another we are both dead. In yet another, he doesn't know I exist. IN a possible other, we are interspecies- Groundhog and Lobster, star-crossed lovers...) Most importantly, we will hold hands.
Aside from the possible innuendos and inside jokes, this music video. Makes me more cheerful. Silly.
From the overheard conversation previously introduced, I now can't stop picturing hamburgers on a graph. I will make this picture. Or try to, on my shoddy Microsoft-paint-for-Mac-freeware.
i would totally hold your hand. laced, not cupped. cupped doesnt feel right. you'd also warrant the arm swing, as we walk, like a zany spin-off of the three legged race.
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