Endlessly Disappointing

To encounter the "same person" over and over again. Tonight it was the butch Korean lesbian.

Always louder than her companions, given to profanity and self-love and so stridently proud of her great rebellion that she does not realize it has deprived her of a deeper understanding of the world.

So when I hear "That gianduja gelato was a fuckin' orgasm in a paper cup!" from the table next to mine, I'm not so much curious about how good the gelato tasted, but more about what other things taste like for her, late at night, between her exotic girlfriend's legs, when she remembers that Jesus loves her unconditionally.