Heartbeats Page #2

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It was vey...

engrossing.

You have amazing eyes.

Hazel?

As banal an iris as they come.

Ahigh IQ is a vital counterpoint

to brown eyes.

Do you ever think of movie stan

when you f***?

No, l don't think of anything.

Do you picture celebrities

during coitus?

Yeah.

But l don't need to with you.

Are you in love right now?

Pains, Migraines and Sonatas

Pretty so-so, huh?

The dialogue was a mess.

So pompous.

l heard the author on the radio.

She called it the work

she least undentood.

These pseudo borderlines...

with their pain fetish

as an escape from existential ennui...

F*** om!

Theyjust need to get laid.

The authors have struck again.

l was irrevocably scarred by

Wild erries and Sodomy.

The characters were so Manichean.

Manichean?

Manichean.

You know, good venus evil.

All black or all white.

Yeah, l know what it means.

l just found it channing

you'd use the word Manichean.

Seems out of character?

No, not at all. On the contray.

There's a little

Vietnamese place near where I live.

It might be

pleasant.

Yeah, totally.

Marie, it's Frankie!

Frankie!

- What's up?

- We just saw the play.

Sh*t, l forgot! It was tonight.

Antony, this is Nico.

Nico, Antony...

Nicolas, this is Jody.

And Clara, Nicolas.

Hi.

Didn't hurt too much

when you fell from heaven?

How was the play?

Disappointing.

That's all? What a shame.

- It wasn't good?

- It was awful.

But those actors are good.

Well, they were awful.

Anyway, it's funny

you came here to eat.

I'm measurable.

The Kinsey scale has T categories,

T degrees.

O) Exclusively heterosexual.

incidentally homosexual.

more than incidentally homosexual,

- like Jean.

- Go f*** younelf!

incidentally heterosexual.

more than incidentally heterosexual.

And 6) Exclusively homosexual.

Where do you fall on the scale?

The Golden Coconut Club.

No, Golden Coconut Depot.

Yeah.

We shared a little Californian wine.

And we split a

fried banana.

Then...

we went dutch, because...

I:

well

I wanted it to be clear.

Then I gave her a lift to the metro.

It must've been, 11:15?

And I went for a beerwith friends.

Oh, and my ex was there.

The day he moved in,

it was over. It was over!

No, l mean, it wasn't over, over.

l mean, we still lived together

and had sex and all, but...

But those are details, meaningless.

It was over.

Of coune at first

we didn't want to admit it

cause we felt bad, you know.

The move, all the cargo...

All that... all that stum.

That's a shitload of money

out the window.

That said, mein Hem

is making Euros,

so he can go f*** himself.

I'm like we were...

"We..." I mean, I'll speak for myself.

Me...

For me...

l was infatuated

with the kind of love we had.

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