A Fake Boyfriend
So long story short, I have a fake boyfriend. Or at least I think I do. It’s pathetic really and rather awkward at most times… But strangely I find that in the rare moment that it is neither awkward nor pathetic, that I really enjoy it. It’s hysterical.
Lately as I sit at my desk job or paint, I find my mind drifting to such things as school, future life and boyfriends. I’m really at the point where I’ve decided, HEY! boyfriends are nice things. I should get me a real one. Then I remember, shucks. I leave for a foreign country in 4 months. I don’t want to start a relationship now. Then I get all excited becasue, I’M GOING TO ITALY IN 4 MONTHS!
But basically the 4 month deadline puts most any kind of dating out of the question for right now. People say I should just date my fake boyfriend for a month or so because I can since he’s already my boyfriend (fakely). Other people say I should find someone in Italy because virtually all Italian guys are attractive. They forget to mention, however, that virtually all Italian guys smoke and drink. Two not-so-attractive qualities.
In general, I think I’ll heed the advice of neither party and stick to my current situation. I will, of course, keep both doors open. Why not. So, to you, fake boyfriend, and you, future attractive Italian non-smokers, I say, “Hey. Let’s go chill and laugh over some really fine coffee.”
