it could have been any ordinary evening, but fate decided to grant me the pleasure of seeing you in the flesh.
and you were just any ordinary flesh either, you're an example of why people, including myself, believe in God. eyes, nose, ears, torso, limbs, all in perfect combination. the smile isn't bad either--the first faint one washed all the stresses of my day in an instant.
the night was full of contradictions: our conversation was light, unlike the food we ordered. i'm a coffee-lover, and you're not. i could go on but it would only further prove the point that i so badly want to be proven. opposites attract? i don't know. i hope.
i know that you're rightly classified as OOCL (out of chas' league) in my book, but i took a chance. who knows, my brand of humor isn't bad at all, and though i almost popped a vein trying to grasp your outrageously sexy fluency, i seriously got myself to talk straight English for more than 2 hours.
the night had to end and i offered to drop you off. no, it's not a force of habit that i do on all my dates. i was buying time so i could catch a waft of your scent, or perhaps take an SLR-ish mental picture of your eyes when you smile. did i want to kiss you in the car? yes, but i didn't because i didn't want to assume. i couldn't hold back so i took your hand on the last minute and it felt right even for just that brief moment.
i didn't look back when you got out of the car. the texts or the lack of them almost confirm what i've feared: a memory of a dream might be the only thing to which im holding on.
and you were just any ordinary flesh either, you're an example of why people, including myself, believe in God. eyes, nose, ears, torso, limbs, all in perfect combination. the smile isn't bad either--the first faint one washed all the stresses of my day in an instant.
the night was full of contradictions: our conversation was light, unlike the food we ordered. i'm a coffee-lover, and you're not. i could go on but it would only further prove the point that i so badly want to be proven. opposites attract? i don't know. i hope.
i know that you're rightly classified as OOCL (out of chas' league) in my book, but i took a chance. who knows, my brand of humor isn't bad at all, and though i almost popped a vein trying to grasp your outrageously sexy fluency, i seriously got myself to talk straight English for more than 2 hours.
the night had to end and i offered to drop you off. no, it's not a force of habit that i do on all my dates. i was buying time so i could catch a waft of your scent, or perhaps take an SLR-ish mental picture of your eyes when you smile. did i want to kiss you in the car? yes, but i didn't because i didn't want to assume. i couldn't hold back so i took your hand on the last minute and it felt right even for just that brief moment.
i didn't look back when you got out of the car. the texts or the lack of them almost confirm what i've feared: a memory of a dream might be the only thing to which im holding on.
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