Monday, September 27, 2010
Love Poem
Life Lesson #1:
If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with.
--Stephen Stills
To the boy from those few nights last semester:
We both showed up at the bar last night looking for the same thing. But because I was too busy trying to convince you that I had moved on, I only know that Liam was the first name of my good-looking dance partner. Even though your mouth is to my tongue what vinegar is to a paper cut, I still use drinking as an excuse to text you. flirted with Gary last night.I didn't mean to but I did. I think it was from afar. It was Carrie's 22nd birthday and we ate cake and drank beer, and some vodka, and then we went to Fever. He was in line behind me and he saw me acting goofy with Tina, Carrie's roommate. Tina is dating his friend Doug. It is a very small world when you are a college student going to Fever on a Thursday night. I don't know which came first, me knowing that Gary was watching me or me acting goofy with Tina. Two different conclusions depending on the story you choose to believe, I guess. When we were inside he was flirting with one girl the whole night. But I promise he kept looking over at me. At one point, Catie and I went to the bar for a drink and he was there with her too. When I walked away his hand brushed against my upper thigh. This could have been unintentional. Or maybe our flirting wasn't from as far away as I'm asking you to believe it was. Maybe we'll flirt again tonight, even though I never mean to. I just, do.
Last week was one of those weeks where you go through the motions of living, but the real you is watching everything that is going on from somewhere else. On Tuesday night Carrie and I went to the Linebacker for a drink. I was stressed out. So was she. The bartender gave us a shot on the house. Then I liked him. After several more drinks (and several hours that we had never planned to be spent in this way), Carrie was throwing up in the bathroom and I was being the serial-flirter that I become in places like the Backer. I got his number, Rhino's that is. And texted him when I got home. That is when he told me that he was forty. And gay. I asked him if that meant that he didn't hook up with girls. It does. Yesterday, I found a note from him that read, "Lauren missed her meeting because of me. Rhino @ the Backer."
Wednesday was even stranger, but in a more significant way. A student died while he was filming a football practice from a lift that crashed to the ground because the wind was blowing at more than fifty miles per hour. This was when I decided that it was going to be one of those weeks when the real me would sit back and watch what was left of me try to go through the motions of living everyday life.
Love Poem
Life Lesson #1:
If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with.
--Stephen Stills
To the boy from those few nights last semester:
We both showed up at the bar last night looking for the same thing. But because I was too busy trying to convince you that I had moved on, I only know that Liam was the first name of my good-looking dance partner. Even though your mouth is to my tongue what vinegar is to a paper cut, I still use drinking as an excuse to text you. flirted with Gary last night.I didn't mean to but I did. I think it was from afar. It was Carrie's 22nd birthday and we ate cake and drank beer, and some vodka, and then we went to Fever. He was in line behind me and he saw me acting goofy with Tina, Carrie's roommate. Tina is dating his friend Doug. It is a very small world when you are a college student going to Fever on a Thursday night. I don't know which came first, me knowing that Gary was watching me or me acting goofy with Tina. Two different conclusions depending on the story you choose to believe, I guess. When we were inside he was flirting with one girl the whole night. But I promise he kept looking over at me. At one point, Catie and I went to the bar for a drink and he was there with her too. When I walked away his hand brushed against my upper thigh. This could have been unintentional. Or maybe our flirting wasn't from as far away as I'm asking you to believe it was. Maybe we'll flirt again tonight, even though I never mean to. I just, do.
Last week was one of those weeks where you go through the motions of living, but the real you is watching everything that is going on from somewhere else. On Tuesday night Carrie and I went to the Linebacker for a drink. I was stressed out. So was she. The bartender gave us a shot on the house. Then I liked him. After several more drinks (and several hours that we had never planned to be spent in this way), Carrie was throwing up in the bathroom and I was being the serial-flirter that I become in places like the Backer. I got his number, Rhino's that is. And texted him when I got home. That is when he told me that he was forty. And gay. I asked him if that meant that he didn't hook up with girls. It does. Yesterday, I found a note from him that read, "Lauren missed her meeting because of me. Rhino @ the Backer."
Wednesday was even stranger, but in a more significant way. A student died while he was filming a football practice from a lift that crashed to the ground because the wind was blowing at more than fifty miles per hour. This was when I decided that it was going to be one of those weeks when the real me would sit back and watch what was left of me try to go through the motions of living everyday life.
