A friend of Initials' came into town to visit this past weekend. A good time was not had by all, specifically me. The friend came off as a high school imitation of Truman Capote. Overweight, balding, and fey, and trying to work the coversation dirty and overly choreographed attempts at wit. Also, he mocked Initials' cooking, which is a no-no.
"Oh, these potatoes aren't really doing it for me. It's like when I'm getting pounded and he's getting close so I start calling out 'It's adequate! It's adequate! Give me a teaspoon of your jism, please!' That's what these potatoes are like."
Two points about that.
A) He repeated the joke twice again over the course of the night, and once again at lunch the next day.
B) Those potatoes were fucking delicious.
The problem is, I don't like any of his friends. They're all overweight Dungeons and Dragons players with no redeeming social skills. My friends have all graduated and moved on or are about to graduate and don't have the time to pick up their cell phones.
So we need couple friends, or gay friends, or something. It's a step in becoming a 'we' with phrases like 'our friends' instead of 'my friends' or 'his friends.'
And if we end up sleeping with them, then all's the better.
