The cutie sans acronym is a member of some organization on-campus that decides which guest speakers, lecturers, bands, politicians, and other guzzlers of my tuition money come to campus and drone on and on about things that bore me. Normally I couldn't care less about this sort of thing, but tonight should prove an exception, mostly because I got a free ticket.
The cutie-sans-acronym has been jumping up and down all week (not on me, but rather for joy), at tonight's guest lecturer. This particular author is the cutie's favorite, and since he's on the committee, he wheeled and dealed his way into being the guy who picks up the author in the limo and takes him out to dinner on the school's charge account before the lecture. It's hard to write using only pronouns.
The author's gay, and so I've been making fun of their 'date' all week. The author is one that you'd expect to be all kinky and nasty in bed, and I've been prepping him for all the depraved sexual acts that surely gets the author off. Well, prepping him with words, not with whips and gags. The cutie-sans-acronym is going to put in a good word for me, so maybe afterwards I'll get a call from a recent NYTimes best-selling author, who was made famous after one of his books was turned into a major motion picture a few years ago.
(No, I won't mention the author's name because I don't believe in outing people (except in my dreams), but Entertainment Weekly outed him, so a simple google search should prove fruitful.)
Heh heh. Fruitful. I'm so funny.
