The Contingency Plan

he described himself as the gay greek boy, and as we rode a faded taxi through sydney's inner city suburbs he explained he wasn't really in advertising, but in design. creative design. for an advertising agency. where he was a director.
i asked him if that definition made him feel better.
he laughed.
his manicured fingers gently combed through his carefully styled hair, he re-adjusted his burbury sunglasses and with excitment and lots of hand movements declared he was about to pick out a brand new bmw. but the only reason why, was because of his car allowance and his bonus, which will probably go on the new mortgage this year. there's no way he could normally afford it due to the holiday. oh you haven't heard about the holiday yet? yes, he treated his boyfriend on a trip to the essentials: new york, paris and toyko. it was divine.
that youth researcher today had no idea. i mean, who really likes those virgin ads? let's face it, warren is the biggest gay man trying to be a dorky straight man and as a gay man he finds that offensive. he adored the advertising in tokyo. it lacked pretention, unlike his older sister who obviously enrolled her son into sydney's most exclusive school just so she could use the name in general reference to him. i mean, their father's a cab driver and mum sews damn kangaroos on bags for the japanese!
anyway, as he mentioned, he's not in advertising. it's so pretentious. don't you hate all the wank? he does. anyhow darlings, thanks for the ride. god, i've talked so much. have a fabuloso day. smooch smooch.