I bought him an Oscar at the tacky souvenir store in Hollywood: world’s best lover. The bored dude at the counter didn’t blink as I paid. I was travelling alone again. When you are single that’s ok but I had left my man in Sydney. And how I yearned for his chocolate skin, for our sleepless gyrating nights that no quarter in the tacky vibrating bed in the WeHO hotel could match.
We wouldn’t have New Years kiss but I would be home three days later, we could make up for it then, it was New Years Eve and I was going to party.
At midnight when everyone else was pashing, I called him to say I wished I was with him.
He paused and told me he had something to tell me. He’d met somebody else.
I went back to the hotel. The trophy was on the bed. I nearly threw it out but I thought I should bring it home. It’s sitting on my dressing table watching me sort through nominees.
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