The cold, smooth feel of the beer
as is slithers down your throat
yet a minute later
slams into your taste buds
bitter, making you gag.
You remember that
you hate beer
and you wonder what the f***
you are doing here
at midnight.
You watch them
talking and laughing
is that flirting?
Not even sure,
you watch her
loosely standing close to the guy
beer in her hand
you swear it hasn't gone down
an inch,
maybe she hates it just as much as you do.
The lights are bright
and twinkly,
and no you're not drunk
yet,
but you wish you were.
A guy offers to buy you
another drink.
he asks if you want to
get out of here,
but you can't.
you won't go.
you butt into a conversation
two guys are having nearby
thinking you have something smart to say,
but they're just not feeling it.
And you wonder
what the f***
you are doing here
this time of night,
he asks you what you are looking for
and honestly,
you just don't know.
Of course you know why you are there. you are lonely. And now suddenly finding yourself with all kinds of free time. That's a deadly mix right there.
ReplyDeleteWow thanks for that insightful comment. I should hire you as my therapist.
DeleteWell you are the one asking the questions - When one asks questions, it is generally assumed they don't know the answers.
ReplyDeleteAlso, not sure where all the sarcasm is coming from.
I don't see a question posed anywhere in this post. Additionally, this is rhetorical, and not directed at an audience. I did not ask for, nor would I like your assistance. Your comment just points out the blaring obvious. Thank you.
DeleteWell, your mean responses explain the "alone" part of the equation at any rate.
DeleteNot exactly. It just means that I have a problem with you specifically. What does that say about you then?
DeleteBlogging Rule # 63: People hiding behind "Anonymous" comments always have a strong argument.
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