a friend called yesterday said she was doing much better than last we talked.
i congratulated her, listened to her plan for landing a new job, made a joke about ole dude that did her dirty, told her a story about losing my atm card, asked whether she preferred kerry or edwards and bid her good night.
you know how you can hear someone smiling on the other side of the phone?
well, i heard that for the entire duration of the call.
and it wasn't the first time with her and it wasn't the first time in general.
actually, it happens quite often whenever my "friends" call.
personally, i don't think i'm that charming or witty or intelligent or even better than the average listener.
but i'm a damn good band aid.
not in the penny lane sense of the phrase wait... yeah, it is a lot like penny lane
i don't muse for -icians but i do find my way into the lives of wounded women and when i do they're still trying to scar and sometimes, they're too scared to stare at anything but their own pain and when i come along:
*easy enough on the eyes to be looked at instead of away from *smart enough to know that what's above her waist has more value than what's below it *and _____ enough to ask for nothing from her
any woman will affix herself to me to serve whatever purpose she needs until she can say that "she's doing much better" and she can move on to pursuing all the things she wants.
some women keep me around after they're healed some women don't but there's no shortage of would-be lovers who seek a "friend" to help them mend