I have a need to know what I need to have
I feel like a fool, like an artsy fuck, recently. I suppose it's good to be yourself sometimes.
I don't know what to say (an immediately I've said the wrong thing) but I do know how to communicate, when you get right down to it. I've slept with five different people this summer, so far.
I ran into Crockett today on my bike, which I was struggling to ride (in my new red heels and my black pencil skirt) who was wearing attractive green glasses. He asked if I'd gotten his text message, which I had, about the art show at The Lab of which he was part. Yes, I said, and I'm planning on stopping by when I get done at my tattoo appointment. Halfway to Black and Blue Tattoo I figured out (as surreptitiously as possible) the best way to preform a graceful dismount. "I do everything you do," Ginger Rogers said, "Except backwards and in high heels."
Sam, my tattoo artist, is a possibly gender-queer dyke of (at a rough estimate) (very) thirty eight years. Welcome, my queasy stomach said, to your first crush on someone over fifteen years older than yourself. My last appointment (one of five meetings) now over, I may claim:
1 (one) cell phone number
1 (one) invitation to midnight bike rides and/or paddleboats
1 (as many as needed) free rescue-me phone calls during my ex-girlfriend's imminent visit
x (several) compliments on my new red shoes
What is the proper etiquette for being a complete skeeze? Because I could use a lesson.
Look, a picture of my tattoo. Thank you Philip.
I don't know what to say (an immediately I've said the wrong thing) but I do know how to communicate, when you get right down to it. I've slept with five different people this summer, so far.
I ran into Crockett today on my bike, which I was struggling to ride (in my new red heels and my black pencil skirt) who was wearing attractive green glasses. He asked if I'd gotten his text message, which I had, about the art show at The Lab of which he was part. Yes, I said, and I'm planning on stopping by when I get done at my tattoo appointment. Halfway to Black and Blue Tattoo I figured out (as surreptitiously as possible) the best way to preform a graceful dismount. "I do everything you do," Ginger Rogers said, "Except backwards and in high heels."
Sam, my tattoo artist, is a possibly gender-queer dyke of (at a rough estimate) (very) thirty eight years. Welcome, my queasy stomach said, to your first crush on someone over fifteen years older than yourself. My last appointment (one of five meetings) now over, I may claim:
1 (one) cell phone number
1 (one) invitation to midnight bike rides and/or paddleboats
1 (as many as needed) free rescue-me phone calls during my ex-girlfriend's imminent visit
x (several) compliments on my new red shoes
What is the proper etiquette for being a complete skeeze? Because I could use a lesson.
Look, a picture of my tattoo. Thank you Philip.