Twas a dark and stormy Thursday. Or maybe it was just the smog. “Are you an actor?” He asked. “No,” I replied a bit dryly. “You could be,” he assured me—“you have that look.” “No, I don’t,” I said. “No. No, I guess not,” he replied as though he had been caught.
Then he put a few drinks in me and asked to put something else in me. He was disappointed to learn I’m not a first-date-fuck kind of guy. Then I made a slightly emasculating joke, relating the unobtrusive music to his unobtrusive bulge…which was quickly rectified, as I recall, becoming fully obtrusive.
We kissed for a while before he told me I should probably leave. I had tentative plans later, and I was probably being a little bit of a tease anyway.
That’s how these things go. That’s just how these things go.
At some point, you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart, but not in your life.