Sandwich in love
(an untrue love story)
…Where is she? Where in the hell she
might be? Yesterday she said that she would definitely be here by 2 p.m. Now
it’s ten past two. She’s late; girls always are so.
…What did I say? Did I dare to
compare her to other girls? Oh God, forgive me please! She cannot be compared
to any other girls. She’s unique. You can imagine that she’s unique if even I
fell in love with her. She looked at me…(sigh), she asked about me…(sigh), she
wanted me…(sigh), she’s in love with me, I know. I knew it from the way she
looked at me. She even licked all over her lips when she saw me. Oh man, what
rosy lips she has.
…Oh my God…oh my God, here she
comes. She’s here!
Damn, I was wrong. My eyes are not
so good as they were. Last time, yesterday, when I was sitting on my usual
place, I saw this guy talking with, and as she came closer I realized that she
was a HE.
…WHAT??? You cannot do that! I ain’t
got no time for you; ask someone else. I’m waiting here for a date, can’t you
understand? I’ve told you!
…Oh great, even that!
Hi, what’s up? (How I hate you!
Anytime you appear, I’m pushed into the background. It’s the case with girls
and literally. Man, do I hate you!) Oh, you’ve gotta go, what a pitty!… At last
you’ve pissed off.
…She’s here, she’s here! Oh my God!
Am I good? Yes, I’m good!… Am I
attractive? Yes, I’m!… Self-confidence! Relax, relax! Easy! Just pretend that
anything’s under your control. It’ll work.
…FUCK!!! What is this ugly, fat
minority girl doing here? No, you can’t… you can’t do that. Don’t pay, don’t
pay!!!
Hey, get your hands off me! I
thought we were pals. Don’t give me to her, please!
…You should at least have washed
your hands before lunch. Drop me…, drop me! It would be better than you. Don’t
hold me so tight. Don’t, don’t…
I’LL BE BAAAAAAAAAAAACK…
(Sándor Aleva)