A Date in Berkeley
So this girl messaged me on OKCupid yesterday and asked me to come over. I was drunk as hell when I got the message and told her I'd rather not make an ass of myself, but I'd meet her tomorrow
So, I did. She's this tiny little girl, five foot, with a heart of gold.
After leaning on my shoulder a bit at the bar, we held hands as I walked her home and kissed at her stoop where I left her wanting. Left me wanting. But the girl I want don't let you in the first night.
Says she's going to try to transfer to a Buffalo Exchange in Portland, but might visit first in July.
This is my first successful date since Adele. Marina, well, she was nonsense, but sweet.
Adele was in 2010.
Why is it always the girl out of reach that I end up falling for, even in the slightest, she's always away somewhere farther, or further, or both.
But I'm home now (Casa Berkeley) and happy with the firework-kisses I shared.
She loved my dogs, and my cats, and my shit diggin redworm harvesting gig I told her about, and how I'd hand out change to bums on the street and sit down eye level to hear them slur while their guitars gently weeped on their laps so ragged.
Why can't I find a girl like that in Portland?
Maybe I will, maybe she'll transfer, maybe I'll find some other girl, either way, it had better be soonish, by golly!
So, I did. She's this tiny little girl, five foot, with a heart of gold.
After leaning on my shoulder a bit at the bar, we held hands as I walked her home and kissed at her stoop where I left her wanting. Left me wanting. But the girl I want don't let you in the first night.
Says she's going to try to transfer to a Buffalo Exchange in Portland, but might visit first in July.
This is my first successful date since Adele. Marina, well, she was nonsense, but sweet.
Adele was in 2010.
Why is it always the girl out of reach that I end up falling for, even in the slightest, she's always away somewhere farther, or further, or both.
But I'm home now (Casa Berkeley) and happy with the firework-kisses I shared.
She loved my dogs, and my cats, and my shit diggin redworm harvesting gig I told her about, and how I'd hand out change to bums on the street and sit down eye level to hear them slur while their guitars gently weeped on their laps so ragged.
Why can't I find a girl like that in Portland?
Maybe I will, maybe she'll transfer, maybe I'll find some other girl, either way, it had better be soonish, by golly!