Runaway Freaks Are Welcome

Kevin came home late last night. He'd gone drinking with his old co-workers from the comic book shop. After we had brushed our teeth, taken off our clothes and turned off the light, I told him something had happened that day. He giggled when I told him some hairy midget had tried to pick me up at the swimming pool. "He even invited me to his home," I said. "I had to tell him I have a boyfriend and I can't do that sort of thing." It was dark in the room but I could tell Kevin was smiling, perhaps even thinking I was making that up.

"I don't know why freaks are attracted to me. Why do cute, hot guys never try to pick me up? They run away from the circus and try to find my home... sometimes they even date me."

I got a good slap for that one.