It reminded me of when I got my apartment here in Austin. The very first thing I wanted to get was a king size bed. I figure if you want a lot of passion in your bed, you need a bed that can contain as much as possible. A queen won’t do. So I call up a number on CL and as fate would have it, the seller turned out to be an extremely cute-sounding student moving away for art school. I told her my intimate intentions for the bed and thanked her for breaking it in. We had a flirtatious conversation and then I decided to go ahead and paypal her half the price of the bed to let her know that I was definitely the guy that was going to get it. While we’re online, hey what’s your myspace? Well, whatdowehavehere? Damn sexy and feminine. So I challenge her to come out to a concert that night and she does. We share a connection and a kiss. A few days pass and I can’t find anyone with a truck to transport this bed. She finally gets her dad’s truck, loads it up, and drives it down herself. As you might expect, we surrender to the moment — her last time and my first time on this magical bed. The other magical thing is this: Even after she moved, and we’ve continued to connect, never once has she asked for the rest of the money for the bed!

Gotta thank Craig and his serendipitous List for putting lovers together!

but somehow find myself laughing instead

If only I could publish the text conversation with the guy from last night, I could return the favor.