Since moving to New York, I have been spending more time with a South Asian girl I met through friends while living in Philadelphia. In addition to possessing a staggering amount of grace and beauty, this young lady posesses a laugh that can most accurately be compared to the sound made by a squeaky wheel on a shopping cart (except her laugh has a higher pitch and is more persistent). Naturally, this is one of the true wonders of MY world and as such, I go to great lengths to make her laugh, even if it means compromising my own [affordably priced] dignity.
Knowing that she responds to mushy, flattering comments that employ figurative language, I have embarked on my own bad writing contest [similar to the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest] in an effort to catch her off guard and inspire a fit of convulsive laughter. I have even given her a painfully obnoxious petname, Boo Boo, in honor of Yogi Bear’s sidekick. Like her namesake [pile on the Indian jokes!], she is also small, brown and hairy.
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Some highlights…
- [2008-08-11] Oh Boo-Boo, I miss you like a blind man trying to thread a needle.
- [2008-08-22] Oh Boo-Boo, I miss you worse than my metaphors miss comprehension.
- [2008-10-06] Oh Boo-Boo, you’re the browncake missing from my love reactor. [NOTE: play off of yellowcake.]
- [2008-10-13] Oh Boo-Boo, you’re like a football - you’re small, brown and I would spike you in the endzone.
- And sometimes… we break character and have an honest exchange about how insidiously mushy we’re being…
[2008-10-17]
Boo-Boo: Lets do something this weekend. I need to study, but maybe we can have a coffee date.
Me: Oh Boo-Boo, may I have the honor of stirring your coffee as I look longingly into your eyes of molten chocolate?
Boo-Boo: OMG, were you like throwing up as you wrote that?
Me: Little bit.
Boo-Boo: That was good. So bad.
Me: I had to come up with something brown and I was really struggling to not say ‘bear poop’.
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