Poor me!

Poor me is what I think if I start my phone, Ping ping ping ping about 20 times or more. 'I've got email. Not one but 24. What's the emergency? Someone in need or died? Oh, 19 times Julie, no not Julia but some episode or series of a book. Let's read. My gosh, I don't know what to say. Which hat should I wear in my reply? The writer's, editor's, the hat of the friend, the average woman or the therapist?
Is there something new to read, a catching sentence, some humour or some romance? Not the slightest sign I notice of the creative writer. It's the third time I think what I read before isn't written by him.
This is not especially written for me, can be a guy's wet dream but even that dream lacks the slightest bit of fantasy. What I read is boring. There's not one second I think this is it, words used in a way that would capture a heart, any heart to make a scene attractive. There's nothing except for a monotonous recitation of what happens.

The story
Two old pathic men, badly dressed, wearing jeans and some doubtful shirts, one shaved and the other one with a beard and cap are hunting for virgins, preferably teenagers, to force their will upon them but most of all to prove they are still a man.

They are not able to start a relationship with an adult woman, lose their identity, if they had it at all and both feel stronger with an alley around, that's why they call each other brother.

What luck they have with the birthday girl. Of course, she isn't what they prefer most but for free is always better than nothing or paying someone for her services, most likely a person who might say: forget it you, why don't you two go...
 

25-4-2024
Photo: taken by me