Tuesday, December 20, 2005

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.

1 Comments:

Blogger alcholic poet said...

great writing. fascinating. simple, yet profound.

i'm no good at these comment things, but i've been to your blog many times and thought it about time i offered my thanks.

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