It's All About Me

Last night Sima and I went out with my brother Mark. As usual Sima totally fell in love with my brother. He's gay, it's always a disappointment to my friends. He is also much much (sorry Mark) older than I am but he looks very young. He is in perfect shape, good looking and so nice and engaging that everyone is always sad when they find out he's just not available to them. The only problem with letting other people meet him is then they want his attention, this gets on my nerves. When I get to see him I want all the attention. I want him to sit and listen to everything I have to say and act interested and give opinions and focus on only me. Do I sound like a small child? It's true. The problem is he has stories too, and he likes me to listen to them. Sometimes we interrupt each other or try to hurry the other one along so we can get back to ourselves. So you throw a whole other person in there with their own thoughts and ideas and stories and there is just not enough time in the night. Mark was genuinely interested in what Sima had to say, as I had been the first time I heard it. Me, being slightly (ever so slightly that is) ADD kind of lost interest the second time around. It's a good thing for my crackberry because that can keep me entertained for a while.
After dinner we came back to the hotel to get ready to go out, again. I was helping beautiful Sima put on make-up and Mark commented her eyebrows were uneven, fortunately, I hadn't touched them. So now, class is over and we are going to look for a good waxer. I was going to ride my bike in the park, after I lugged it all the way up here, but come on, uneven eyebrows are taking precedent over my ride for now.
It's a good thing Mark was here to point that out, I didn't even notice and who knows how long it would have gone on for.