a_brief_dance realistic optimist meeting, speaking briefly, mutually intrigued. you left my party early perhaps you were fatigued? speaking yet again at sara's graduation, cementing in each other our shared infatuation. having been invited to a cruise paid for by drugs, we wind and we dined after working out the bugs. high on food and scotch, i asked you on a date this time we'd both know it was potential would be great. i fixed for you a white sauce worthy of your palate. we watched a cheesy movie, but not even that could foul it. the next date was set to be pajamas truth or dare the carrots brought, a symbol of discomfort later shared. you left early the next morning, leaving more than just my house a basket full of goodies, and a bad taste in your mouth. then a party at your house, i said i'd be down. the next day a blissful one out on the town. we ate at holmans, took in a movie, and capped with singing, my heart was pounding so much, that my ears were absolutely ringing. soon thereafter, i was made an accessory something pretty on your arm to wear to the party. immersed in self actualization i didn't know the cost, sifting through the party talk i found myself... lost. proving once again love is definitely fickle; next thing i knew, you were kissing on my pickle. without ever looking on one another's face, our relationship dynamic had turned into a race: get to know each other before falling to the hex. premature love spoken, then we sealed the end with sex. 031001 what's it to you? who go blather from