Mini Malkovitch - The Saga Continues
It’s about time for an update on my favorite socially awkward Buddhist know-it-all. He’s been providing plenty of material over the past few weeks.
Here are the greatest hits:
Nudity Near-miss
Picture, if you will, an incident wherein a very sweaty girl enters the dressing room at Yoga Tree after class. Said dressing room has curtains instead of a door. The sweaty girl is poised to rip her soaking wet yoga top off and change into drier clothing. She is seconds away from being completely topless when Mini Malkovitch pokes his head between the (tightly closed) curtains to ask if she is coming to discussion group that night. Yes, that sweaty girl was me. Yes, I screamed. Yes, what the fuck.
Man Shoulders
MM was bemoaning his life’s cruel fate one evening, because his girlfriend of two months had just broken up with his ass. He was genuinely depressed, and I felt for the guy. That is, I felt for him until I found out why they broke up. Apparently, they were making out, and he told the ex gf that she had “man shoulders”. She didn’t like her lady parts being likened to man parts, go figure. He said he meant it as a compliment, and then I once again felt for him. What must it be like to be that misguided?
Symphony Date
The Saturday after the man shoulders story was revealed, I got a voice mail from MM. He had an extra ticket to the symphony and he wanted to know if I wanted to go. It was nice of him to think of me, and I was almost touched, until the end of the message when he made sure to let me know I wasn’t the first person he had asked to go. Really MM, you shouldn’t have. Really.
