I only spent a total of six days with R this entire summer. It is wrong on so many levels for two people in a relationship to see each other so rarely, but despite the blatant boundaries, neither of us care. I left for Singapore early one Friday morning after having struck a deal with my boss to take off the day before. My phone had died on the way and he couldn’t contact me and I couldn’t contact him. Through clumsy telepathy and use of a public telephone, he managed to track me down. I had to hit him with my Longchamp before he noticed me in his state of sheer panic. The first thing I told him was how bad his hair looked. “I know,” he replied, “I know." And then he gave me two taro pies from Burger King and a bottle of Pink Dolphin.
I am a punk rock princess with the worst temper when I am with him.