And just for thought...
I told him I did not believe in love at first sight
but lust was a completely different story.
He smirked, asking if I felt that now?
He made me laugh because he just blew his game.
I replied that I experienced it on a daily basis.
Looks are superficial and easily attainable.
There's a million circumstances under someone's attire,
I'm sure he understood.
He slyly said he would like to see what goes on beneath mine.
We lit cigarettes in awkward silence, letting the smoke build a wall between us.
I asked him why he was sitting there? What was his goal here?
He said I looked like a nice girl and I smiled.
He had no idea.
He recited how beautiful my eyes were, hitting all the points,
while I told him to be careful.
Sweet lies usually turned me off.
I asked him what he did in his life other than hitting on strange women
but he just laughed, shifted uncomfortably.
He usually didn't do this sort of thing he mumbled.
Sure he didn't.
So he asked why I was talking to him in return?
Fair question I thought.
I shrugged and said why not?
He could be fun and a free spirit such was mine liked fun.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.