i found him.
the one, the one which is the final piece to my life.
we met at a party, filled with alcohol. there were girls and boys, everyone was pumped with alcohol and were talking loudly. the tv was on, the lights were on, it was bright and i was lucid.
then, i was pushed against him. his white shirt was glistening under the spotlight. his hair, messy but organised. he smiled at me,
"are you alright?" he smiled.
"yes, i'm ok."
"oh, no worries, do you know anyone here?"
"ugh, not really. i don't even know the guy who owns the house. i do know, his family met elton john."
"oh my god, are you serious? how do u know?"
"it's in a photo on his tv cabinet," i point to a red frame. "there!"
"let's see!"
we peered at the photo, and then he burst out laughing.
"it's madam Tussuad's babe. oh boy, you got me excited!"
"oh!" i blushed.
"well, i would be ten times as excited as if they met margaret cho."
(well i did a margaret cho impersonation here [thanks dean!] which is too painful to show on the blogosphere)
upon seeing my impersonation, he said the magic words.
"follow me into the room."
then followed two hours of margaret cho on youtube with two of us laughing as the party raged on outside.
and after that, just as icing on the cake, he called me his girlfriend.
"girlfriend, i'll see you soon. we can't just meet this once." and he went off.
my new gay best friend is rocks.
i'm secretly training him to be a jack mcfarland.
