missed connections, part 5.

Me: a slender twentysomething male wearing a charcoal grey v-neck, jeans, and flip-flops.

You: a morbidly obese fourtysomething female walking along Whyte Ave this morning proudly wearing a bright purple t-shirt with the phrase "I LOVE JUNK FOOD" accompanied by pictures of milkshakes and chocolate bars.

Let's be best friends?

I'll supply the cupcakes?

Taxidermia.

Flame throwing penises? Check.

Corpulent swimmers? Check.

Bizarre taxidermy? Check.

Sounds like my kind of movie.

Oh, I'm in a lull.

Being alone, it can be quite romantic

Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic

A fantastic voyage to parts unknown

Going to depths where the sun's never shone

And I fascinate myself when I'm alone.

Oh Andrew Bird, you know me too well. Tonight I went on a dinner-and-a-movie date with myself and it proved to be one of the best nights I've had since moving to the city. I had almost forgotten how enjoyable it is to just be...by myself.

Lull (ft. Dianogah) - Andrew Bird