Hey La Hey La The Ex is Back

Haven't had any mention of my ISO for a while since he's away on some working trip. Or at least that's what he claims. Sometimes it's hard to differentiate what he means - when work for him could actually mean lying suntanning on a tropical paradise somewhere getting a rub with luxurious oils from eager, half-naked cabana boys.

Yeah. Work.

Still, from what I saw in the background - don't you just love spying webcams? - he did look like he's getting crazy bored out of his skull in an oddly generic city hotel room. Then again, the man is some kinda idiot savant techwhiz and it wouldn't surprise me if he had fiddled with the little thingamajig to present a fake pre-recorded image. But then I shouldn't badmouth the man when he very nicely nudged me online to wish me a happy belated.

Paul : I'm old.
My ISO : Nah, not old. Aged like fine wine.
Paul : You're only saying that cause you're older.
My ISO : You've got a good point there.

The usual of course. Talked about some of our old friends and what's been happening in their lives. Who's getting married, who's getting separated, who's getting that nose job - or nowadays, who's finally getting pregnant? At this particular stage of our lives, most of our terribly adult thirtysomething peers have already started moving into the young hopeful ( hopeless? ) father routine. Just simply amazing to imagine some of the brash, unruly idiots we knew back in school shopping for diapers and comparing prices for laundry detergent. Honestly, some of the guys I knew can barely be trusted to keep a cactus alive.


Not what I saw on the webcam
As usual, I bitched about my terrible hours and pathetic pay. Blessed with a healthy bank balance, he could only complain about the hours of course - and the fact that he's obviously stuck in God-knows-where Timbuktu staring at a foreign television screen without subtitles.

My ISO : What about this Calvin guy? Hey, we should all meet up.
Paul : Like that's gonna happen! You'll scare him off.
My ISO : Hey, I'm a sweet gentle reticent soul. Thousands can attest to that.
Paul : Funny. Gonna have him insanely, madly attached before I'll bring him around to meet the beast.
My ISO : And that's gonna take a while, right?
Paul : Hey!

Still. Knowing me, the smart man bought gifts ( from what he showed me on his tiny webcam ) and I simply can't strangle someone who wraps them up as beautifully as he does :) With frilly bows and glitter... now, how gay is that?

You know what they say. Never look a gift horse and all that...