Monday 13/11/2006

Breakroom Love Advice

It's rough in the cubicle
hungover after
a late night and
a day in the gym, so
I get up to wash my face
and to the break room for a
Diet Dr Pepper and small bag
of Andy Capp Hot Fries.

Two dudes are eating lunch
while discussing that faithful topic
the female.

One says to the other,
"Well, if you really care about her,
and you think that there's something
meaningful there, all you can do
is pray about it, and she
will come to you if
it is in the lords plan,
regardless of what you do
or don't do"

The idea being I suppose
that God almighty
is the ultimate dating service
and that your action, inaction
boldness, foolishness, cleverness
all of it, means nothing.

I bend down to retrieve my soda
and feel a slight but familiar pain
in my gut, and know
it's not from the previous days crunches
it's not from the previous night's liquor
no, it's the slight abiding pain of
every single female I've every felt
that longing desire for
that these gentlemen are discussing.

Silly break room dudes,
there is no God
to hear your prayers,
no fate to fall back upon.
Only the fickle, capricious,
and sometimes cruel
heart
of the female.
Along with
whatever little wisdom
your life may have brought you,
and sheer dumb luck.

That's all there is.
I wish him the best.
Hell,
I wish me the best
as well.