There was a blackout at work last night, two actually, but the second was more significant and lasted longer. Since we were all alone in the restaurant, we turned on Pandora blues, danced, and made mini raves with our flashlights. I kept company with one of the hostesses out back as she puffed smoke into the cold air, only to be joined by the two handsome young servers that have had me tongue tied in mini crushes since day one. Both of them joined her in the habitual smoking ritual ( i guess that's just what you do when it's dark and there's nothing else to do). I considered taking a hit, I considered and then decided against it- it's just not even worth it and the only reason it crossed my mind was because I was...fourth wheelin' it hard. (that makes no sense) I ended up walking back inside on my own thinking he's just like everyone else. There he is preaching his animal rights, vegetarianism, free-spirited ways, and then there he is puffing away on a cancer stick like the rest of 'em. Now, I don't mind a guy who smokes, I don't. I would prefer it not to be, but if I were really into someone and that was their only noticeable flaw..what the hell. However, when you pair that someone with a flirtatious demeanor, a long-term girlfriend, and hypocritical attributes, well I'll say what the hell? Perhaps my biggest flaw is not being able to control myself when a guy is nice to me, not being able to notice the difference between nice and flirtatious, or not noticing when he's a total player with one too many cocky assumptions. And then, once I notice one annoying habit, I focus on all the rest and find myself avoiding contact to assure myself that what I'm doing is really necessary. I can't have "like all the rest", it would be a sad ending for someone who has never been like all the rest.
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by ouroboros771 |
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