It feels like forever since someone kissed me or made my stomach feel fluttery inside. My body comes alive, every sense on alert. What? Why? I ask, my heart rate picking up a beat. Hey, I need to go, I tell my mystery man. I like to go with him since my last cat disappeared on me a year ago, leaving me devastated. He has a litter box in the laundry room, but he’s rather manly and likes to go out for an occasional romp around the yard to mark his territory. I’m beginning to see why anonymity is attractive. It feels silly to say, but it’s easy to tell him because I don’t know him. My roommate dared me to watch a scary movie tonight-alone. The guys on the team have a serious bro code when it comes to not messing with the exes of the other players. Is he a football player? That might explain why he’s not telling me his name. Nothing comes back from him, and my mind wanders.
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