the buck stops here

so it happened. me and the dollar bill guy. we met. we went out. we had dinner. and drinks. and there was music. and gold teeth.

i loved him a little for that.

yet i was somehow left with only small clues of what had just happened over the course of the evening. did i like him? did he like me? who was this person i'd just spent the evening with?

i remained intrigued.

so we met up again. the next week. in the middle of the night. this time there was a pool. and a jacuzzi. and little beige swim trunks.

i loved him a little for that too.

and yet i was once again left with a feeling of . . . who is this guy?

but it's time for him to cash in some more chips.

the buck is spent.