Interpreter of Maladies, p. 83. / w4m / Chicago / Ravenswood Manor
You: Dashing youth in a white T-shirt sitting al fresco at Beans and Bagels by the train tracks. I am the señora sitting at a table with a newborn, young boy, and husband. We are attractive and dark. Your hair is tousled, and you are giving keen interest to Jhumpa Lahiri’s Interpreter of Maladies. So sexy. I noticed you looking at me, nursling at my bosom. A HA! I caught you. This isn’t her at all! This is her husband and I knew you were looking at my wife. You mother fucker. Had I horns I would gore you duly. Reading that book is so totally not sexy at all! Are you kidding me? I read that book. So what? Fuck you. And by that I mean go fuck yourself instead, Master Thespian! Give me a break. On the Road sucks.
via Fred Sasaki
Another Missed Connection Missed: Flagged and Removed within the hour.