Let’s
call them the Good Fellas.
What
the fuck am I doing here:
The
Good Fellas:
Proof
Of Density:
Before
I proceed, could I just make an appeal to the real John that if ever I’m
wrong don’t get upset with this… please… I hope you understand…
I saw and felt it, or at least I thought. It was in his smile when
our eyes meet. It was he standing next to me as Michael brings the car
out. It was as we were seated together in the car, our arms rubbing… I
just did brush it off my mind… I wanted to believe in it but… no…
why? I still believe that Jess at that point really don’t want me in the
crowd. That was until I leaned forward, I don’t know why I leaned
forward but I did, and he put his arm around me.
Okay… that says a lot… so much… I stopped thinking… and
neither was I able to move. Stupefied. Sort of scared, I held back for I
might be thinking too much, reading too much between the lines… or if I
think and figured things out, what then?
He took his hand off me. I leaned back. Still avoiding looking his
way… he had his hand over my legs, rubbing elbows again… he took my
hand… I let him be… rest his head upon me… to my shoulder but my
shoulder proved to be uncomfortable… to my chest… to my lap… I let
him be… wanting to ask… afraid of answers… thinking again… of
course, this may only mean libido mounting… yet romanticism plagued my
head… what the fuck is going on!?
Reminding myself that we were to go to a groupie thing… One
doesn’t join a groupie thing looking for love… expecting to find
love… love is the last thing one should think of in deciding to join
such… while in such… after such… I know this… I’m smart enough
to figure this out… yet… maybe… hoping… maybe… come on!!! Still,
I can’t help it…
Sex,
Sacred:
Break:
Round
Two:
Now,
The Funny Part:
The
End Of An Affaire:
