Last night I went to this really nice bar called Sloppy Joe's. There I met this really boring yet interesting guy. His name is Ernest Hemingway. He is a writer. He's written a couple of books. He insists to be really good. I thought he was just some guy but I think I'm attracted to him. He has a wife but he does not seem to be interested on her anymore. She says I'm taking him away from her. But in reality I had nothing to do with that marrige falling apart. And if I did I really don't care. He stayed with me at the bar for a while. We talked. We danced. We drank. I had a really good time. I told him I've planned to go to Spain to cover the war. Going to Spain seems to be a very interesting topic for him. I sense a little attraction from him to me. It's kind of akward but it sure feels wonderful. This is the kind of relationship I've been looking for. Here is a picture of us too. Don't we just look perfect together! 
