Christian’s POV or Not All Men End Up Like Harry Potter Who Saved the World From Lord Voldermort
Therese: What do you call something that hates verbosity but loves words?
Ana: A haiku?
“What?” Marcus looked up from playing King’s Bounty on the PC.
“Women love words.” Christian replied.
Marcus shook his head. “Nah, I said it should be a name for a creature that loves words but hates verbosity.”
Christian thought about it for 5 seconds. “You’re right. Women don’t fit that description.”
Ana: So you remember “Almost Famous”, right?
Therese: Cameron Crowe, I love Kate Hudson’s hair!
Ana: What’s the name of the guy?
Therese: The rockstar?
Ana: No, the boy pretending to be a journalist who interviewed the rockstar.
Therese: William Miller played by Patrick Fugit. Do you know that he’s cuter now that he’s older?
Ana: That was Christian when he was 15.
A Poetic Interlude …
Regarding Christian (Ana’s POV)
He, with his day-old stubble
and many-layered eyelashes
the dimple that peeks like a surprise
during balmy nights in suburbia.
All I know of love
I learned from him —
from the cheesy to the profound,
from the crass earthiness of “nipple”
to the direct playfulness of “cock”.
He is the reason why I did not choose to be a lesbian.