A week or so ago I posted the last of the Kitties of Thrifthaven posts. The reason being that Meatloaf was falling behind on his rent and skipped out before they put a bolt on his door and sold his stuff to pay the backdue.

Meatloaf and I got off to a rocky start, but before too long he became one of my best friends here along with Stoner, Yale, and, of course, Dundee. Though Meatloaf is only seventeen, he's futher along than more people his age are. We spent more than a couple of late nights philosophizing on, well, mostly relationships. Being that he is seventeen, it all came back to that.

He's dating a girl named Nadine. A little odd in the face, but overall reasonably attractive all things considered and a really nice girl. Nadine is a bit on the rebound with some guy that I never met named Bofo. For reasons I won't get in to, they both waited a lot longer than either intended to before having sex. The day that they did, Bofo showed up a couple of hours later. Bofo asked to talk to her alone. Having been there, I could really sympathize with the way his mind was running rampant.

They talked again on the phone that night. He said that he loved her and she declined to say anything in return.

At three in the morning she called him back.

"Hello?"

"I love you, too. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

He came over to tell me all about it. I was a little jarred being awoken at three in the morning, but he was so excited and enthralled that it was hard not to catch the bug.

I found out more about his sex life than I think I ever really wanted to know, but I'm actually going to miss him.