Kenny - Or a Kidney

Every few years, like an emotional plague of mormon crickets, Cyndee pines for Kenny. Seen pictured with me and Cyndee above, Kenny was present in the relationship almost exclusively as a metaphor or reference.   He wasn't really tangible as a partner. He was more like dating a donor organ, on its way to its recipient...or someone's donor organ card, that you found on the street and kept checking the obituaries for payoff; the someday maybe promise of a lung or something collapsible; probably something that we all have an extra one of anyway.  I know...i'm reaching but my computer only has 12 minutes of battery left.

During the two years they went out, Cyndee actually probably only dated kenny 6 or 7 times, and the last 6 months she saw him once, fleetingly, at Home Depot, which in their sad little romance counted as the 7th date when he spoke to her, briefly, in the checkout line. 

"Why do you want to see Kenny again?" I ask, "You never really saw him the first time..."
"We like all the same things...skiing, biking, boating...."

Kenny liked these things theoretically.
Which is why i always got to bike and boat with Cyndee back in those days.  Great trips that Kenny wouldn't take.  He never did. Not once. Kenny liked television and talking about himself at great length.
i don't know why I try to dissuade her from attempting a doom-fated reunion with Kenny, since I did nothing but profit from their ridiculous relationship the first time.
I could use another good trip.

Comments

[cyndee]

God, doesn't anyone want to comment on how good we look. shiesh...

[Heydave]

I find you all hot.
Very hot.
Teh Hawt.