Author: uberbudgie





I was in this city with an ex room mate

of mine, one that I especially disliked

(he was a liar and used to constantly hit

on me when we were alone together,

despite the fact that his girlfriend lived

with us (and would secretly do the same

when he wasn't around) -- icky situation!)



So, we were in this little red East-Eurpoean

looking car together, going through an

area that looked a lot like SF's mission

district, except that a lot of the buildings

were made of a thick glass. He was

talking about himself a lot and asking

why I would't date him, he looked the

same as he did then even though I don't

look at all like I did when we were room

mates.



I was paying more attention to the city

and my driving than to him, and

was very pleased that there was so

much parking available.



We parked next to this smaller building that

looked like a stylized elevator shaft, and I

realized that this was our apartment.



A woman (the landlord) came out to greet

us wearing a 30's style apron. She was

wringing her hands and looked about 42;

mousy, and good-natured -- very thin. Kinda

remided me of an Olive Oyl with glasses, only

with light brown hair. She was apologising for

the mess and letting us know that even though

there was stuff all over the place, it was all

clean and just hadn't made it to the beds

yet. (There were green and peach colored

sheets everywhere). That, and venting

about property laws and some legal dispute

she'd been embroiled in as of late. (I

liked her a great deal, found her most

refreshing).



The ex roomie and I went over to the

building and crawled through the door

and the sheets with our landlord behind

us; there were two very cute girls roughly

my age (early 20's) on the bed, just being

girls and looking very post-punk and vital.



Both had fair skin and hair (undyed

but cropped very short), and were wearing

sweet looking tank tops -- they looked

like they were of Celtic descent.



The two girls recognised me and

gave me a big hug (these were my

other room mates). And we all

ignored the guy, who was talking

with our landlord anyhow about how

he disliked something that sounded

terribly inane and waxed on being

an excuse for him to ramble about

his self-importance.



Then we snuck out through a window

and ran to a club for some Middle-Eastern

music and a few cocktails, taking a couple

of sheets with us, laughing our heads off

into a light misty rain.



It was Middle-Eastern technopop. The two

girls had the sheets coquettishly wrapped

around them like shawls, and were flirting

with just about everyone in the room, just

about everyone in the room being every

bit as young, vital, and perky as they.



I felt very conspicuous, as I felt like I was

the oldest person in the room, and didn't

have the same 'young cuteness' as everyone

else around me. I certainly wasn't dressed

as young, wearing frumpy office-casual

stuff.



Then this really cute boy who looked like

a very young Jhonen Vasquez came up to me,

touched my hand and whispered into my

ear with his lips touching my ear:



"Relax; you are not as old as you think

you are."



And I woke up.

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