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i was just cleaning and ran accross this little gem:
strong hands circling my waist.
our cheek bones meeting,
my whisper, a question, "redbul vodka?"
the charge at contact.
the look of suprise, his and mine,
echoed in eachothers eyes.
back to the bar, paying, handing off drinks.
back to the group.
its written on the back of a recipt from a doctor in late january. and i couldnt for the life of me think who it was about. and then i remembered... gabe in vegas. that was a funny night.
its rather unfortuniate when people say theyre going to call and then dont.
last night i was outside the cellar checking my phone and the door guys asks why i look sad. i express my sadness and frustration and he asks where im from. here i tell him. he laughs and says "well shouldnt you be used to it then?" "i should be, but i shouldnt have to be," was my response.
im never dating ever again (for a while) (go ahead... have your shot of booze or whatever). like i was telling jacob, its like my motto,my mantra. something to come home to. its always there for me. it never forgets to call, or stands me up. or takes me out on the perfect date only to drop me for no reason. its safe and easy.
bullet said i rush into things; that i see something and instantly make up my mind about it. that i should grow into liking someone. so what? im not supposed to go for what i want? oy.
i dont play games, and i dont really understand when people play them. maybe that makes me simple. i just think that it keeps things easier.
ok. time for homework and bed. enough thoughts for now.
strong hands circling my waist.
our cheek bones meeting,
my whisper, a question, "redbul vodka?"
the charge at contact.
the look of suprise, his and mine,
echoed in eachothers eyes.
back to the bar, paying, handing off drinks.
back to the group.
its written on the back of a recipt from a doctor in late january. and i couldnt for the life of me think who it was about. and then i remembered... gabe in vegas. that was a funny night.
its rather unfortuniate when people say theyre going to call and then dont.
last night i was outside the cellar checking my phone and the door guys asks why i look sad. i express my sadness and frustration and he asks where im from. here i tell him. he laughs and says "well shouldnt you be used to it then?" "i should be, but i shouldnt have to be," was my response.
im never dating ever again (for a while) (go ahead... have your shot of booze or whatever). like i was telling jacob, its like my motto,my mantra. something to come home to. its always there for me. it never forgets to call, or stands me up. or takes me out on the perfect date only to drop me for no reason. its safe and easy.
bullet said i rush into things; that i see something and instantly make up my mind about it. that i should grow into liking someone. so what? im not supposed to go for what i want? oy.
i dont play games, and i dont really understand when people play them. maybe that makes me simple. i just think that it keeps things easier.
ok. time for homework and bed. enough thoughts for now.