Big City Cyclical
Intrepid intern Kip Calvin reviews his choice in women.
Sometimes, when I’m talking to Miranda, when she is twisting her hair and she is chewing her gum. I get a feeling, something of an inclination, that maybe I’d be having a much better time watching a freshly painted wall.
It isn’t so much the things that she says, but the way that she says them; I just cannot find a way to justify the time I spend in her company.
We went for a meal one Friday, an expensive Italian place. I told her about my artwork, she didn’t like the way I wore my tie.
Later that night, we slept together and then arranged to meet up again the next week.
Sometimes, when I’m talking to Miranda…