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By Jon Date: 2002 Jun 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.06.10.46.28932]] |
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1 in the morning brandy in hand dancefloor full of beautiful strangers seeking out other beauitful strangers i wonder where i fit in amongst the crowd i spot a beauty. a twenty something firecracker with a swing in her hips. reminds me of Tyra Banks, except real. and she keeps staring my way. might be out of my league probably has a man. and that guy next to her probably is her man. yeah that's right smile at me jerk. if your girl loves ya so much then why does she keep staring at me? dont feel like fighting so i'll just move to a table. i sit right next to a group of girls. the way they start to giggle upon my arrival gives me the impression they're talking about me. turns out to be true, as they buy me a drink. so, i guess i have to talk to them now. number one rule of clubbing; something for something they're pretty, might be my type. can't really tell with all this alchohol in my system. the shy one is real cute, i think i'll focus on her. fast forward to 4 am. meet up with my friends and i can tell by the smeared lipstick on their lips that they just had a good time. i'm glad. i look at my hand, i have about five phone numbers on it that i'll probably never ever dial. and now i feel like a manwhore who just kisses anything with breasts and a smile. and you know what? no matter how many girls i may meet no matter how many phone numbers i may get i rather just be at your place on a late saturday night watching you sleep. sigh. |