In the Middle

This guy I used to know and always had a flirtation with asked me out on a winter evening to Olvera Street in Los Angeles. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of years, but since I was single I figured I had nothing to lose. Most of the date was us walking around outdoors so I had a heavy coat on. Much to my shock and dismay, he spent the whole night jabbing playfully at my middle, presumably to gauge if I’d gained weight since last he saw me. At one point he even grabbed me from behind and lifted me in the air as if he were a human scale. He must have been satisfied that I weighed an appropriate amount because he still calls. I have him saved in my cell phone as Goober so I never make the mistake of answering again.


