12/14/2010

I met someone the other weekend.
I was sitting at Starbucks, writing, when he walked in; I made some sort of smart-ass comment toward him as he walked past, and he reciprocated. & when he got to the door on his way out, he turned around as if to say something else to me, but then turned back around and left.
I watched him drive away in his Audi and a weird little part of me felt like that moment was an intricate “fork in the road” type of moment; kind of like I had just lost out on something.
A couple minutes later he walked back in and sat down next to me. Told me he’d gotten this weird feeling when he’d left, and he just had to come back.

We fucked this afternoon,
and from here I don’t really know where to go with all of this – because quite frankly this has nothing to do with the guy in the scenario and everything to do with me, and half a dozen other guys.