the scot, part 2

i wrote this post on january 20:

tonight i went to a party at the apartment where the scot and i first met. from across the room i spotted one of the scot's friends, a girl who wanted to be more than his friend. the night the scot walked me home, she fought me for his attention, but failed. i didn't say anything to her at first because i didn't think she'd appreciate it, but then she asked me if i was the girl the scot walked home two months ago. i told her that i was, indeed, and asked how our mutual acquaintance was doing. i already kind of knew how he was doing because he hadn't stopped sending me messages for the past couple of months. we had tried many times to get together, without success.

the girl replied tactfully, but not without a bit of satisfaction, that he'd been extremely busy lately because his girlfriend had been visiting him. i made her repeat herself, then stared at her dumbly. my first thought was: "villanous knave!" the second was: "yeah, i should have seen it coming." despite all his sweet words, the scot made less of an effort to see me than he could have and tended to disappear for a week at a time.

not long after that conversation, i left the party and was struck for at least the twentieth time by the overabundance of cats prowling the streets. judging from the long, lusty meows that my roommate and i hear all night every night, i would guess that mating season has come a few months early. tonight, i found one of the chief meowers under a car and stamped my foot at him, hoping to scare him into silence, only to find that i had interrupted a cat orgy. no fewer than five cats emerged from the underside of the car, gathered their dignity and scattered in all directions.

even the cats in this city are promiscuous.