Courtship Dating
You ask me if I have a cigarette. You tell me your name, which I can’t seem to recall a moment later. You like Crystal Castles. You are absolutely beautiful, I wonder why are you still wasting your time on me. You are three years older than me. (“I am too old”, not “you are too young”.) You laugh at my comments that don’t even make sense. You ask if you can try on my shirt. You don’t notice that I blush from head to toe when you kiss me on the cheek. I fight nausea with every inch of my body, but I still fall asleep. When I wake up, you are already gone.
A year passes. I can’t even remember your face anymore. Still, I go down to the club every now and then, looking for a girl with dark hair and a cute smile, standing by the wall in need of a cigarette — even though I know I will never see you again.
