We
love Jami
Attenberg. She knows that inside every sexy story, there are the deeply melancholy
and wildly amusing moments, hiding like tiny monsters in a child’s closet. What
the hell does that sentence mean? It means (a) I need my morning coffee, and
(b) Jami’s tale of going out on a
date with a homeless man manages to be self-deprecating, beautiful, sad,
and sexy all at the same time. Check it out:
Inside my apartment he looked at my bookshelf, then
at my walk-in closet, with lovely French doors, the one shining feature. Then
he turned and smiled and pushed me up against the wall.
"You know what I want?" he said. "To take a shower. I haven't
showered in days." He stopped himself. "I mean, since
yesterday."
He really did smell, I thought. Not just the liquor.
"That's okay," I said. "I don't need to shower."
My refusal didn't faze him.
Read
the entire tale, right here. And check out some of her past pieces for
Nerve, such as Instant
Love, Catch
and Release, Bad Sex
with Jami Attenberg (“getting down with OCD”) and One Plus One
Plus One (equals threesome!).
