Thursday, October 27, 2011

The date's not bad, it just smells that way.

What if her mouth says "Thanks, I had a great time," but everything in her face and uncomfortable laugh seems to scream, "GET ME OUT OF HERE" and "THIS IS NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN" and "I'M SURE GLAD HE PAID FOR MY SUSHI," what then? I don't so much listen to words as much as I sense vibes. And being on the receiving end of a rain check thrice usually merits a night where this sort of anti-connection happens all over itself. Live, learn. Ah, but at least she had pretty eyes. At least there was that.

If dating were as easy as getting good sushi right, this world would be an easier one to live in. Not to mention? Lots more delicious.