The Fire Burns
“Excellent.” I state, with a huge grin.
You go inside about 10 minutes later. I wait 5 more and go inside. I’m carrying the beer I originally went outside for.
Only, this time, you don’t look at me. No eye contact.
A bitter taste finds its way to my tongue. Somehow familiar.
My curiosity gets the best of me. “Did I piss her off? What the hell could I have done between now and when we parted ways? Was she stuck behind that fence?”
Nothing seems to make sense; I couldn’t have possibly done anything wrong. I never pushed you… I don’t get it.
The next moring was more of the same — no eye contact; avoidance coupled with a hangover. Why wouldn’t you look at me? What happened?
A.- I enjoyed our night together, and only wish, for my own sake, that I could understand what the hell happened. I also hope I’ll see you again someday.
It’s like Steven Hawking says, “I used to think I was smart. Then I learned so much, and realized just how stupid I really am.”
It’s the same with women.
Someday…
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on July 14th, 2006 at 10:02 pm
man, i am hosing down my sidewalk as we speak