you and me – POSTCARD #14
This card was my first handmade one sent in by the beautiful and talented Al. She used to live in my room and I used to live in her apartment.
She decided she wanted a man.
So she went out and got one.
The first one didn’t work out because he was too old. He drove a luxury sedan with a practiced hand on her thigh. His gold watch would give her a rash, she was allergic, but he didn’t like to take it off. He taught her how to give the perfect blow job and hate cologne.
The second one was too young. His curls were soft and his eyes softer. He practiced guitar in her room at the edge of her bed and shyly showed her his paintings. They were in watercolour and hard to make out. He taught her how to love smooth skin and catch a lie.
The next was too wild. His beard hid everything and his eyes burned when he looked at her. She didn’t know what to say to him out of the bedroom so they mostly stayed there. He stopped calling. Then started again at 2am, at 4am. He taught her about rock n’ roll and switching her phone off before bed.
The next was too nice. Her mother loved him, her father still asks after him. He taught her she was just like everyone else.
The last one was perfect. He wasn’t anything. He was one thing one day and something else the next. Sometimes she poked him in his sleep. She never knew what to expect when she woke up beside him. He told her things she’d never heard before. He taught her herself.
The last one wasn’t real, actually. She just made him up because she thought it would be a nice way to end.