I always had a fascination for Barbies. I still remember my first Barbie that I got when I was just nine years old. It was a snowy Christmas morning and the tree was littered with gifts of all shapes and sizes. Each present contained a small parchment with each of my siblings names written on them. I reached for the yellow rectangular box and hugged it tightly. I scrambled to the fireplace and gazed at this box, my young...

It wasn't a chance encounter, you and I. you looked at me, wearing your stupid black tie standing across the bar with a beer in hand with 'fuck me' eyes and an obnoxious stand. I looked at you from head to toe, wondering if I should really go that low. With a gulp of my drink and not a second to blink I went up and gave you a quick peck on the cheek and at the end a nice passionate week.   We tossed and turned fumbled and...