It's times like this
part of the car-chase-love-romance-as-of-yet-unfinished-story series
It's times like this that i really regret letting him get away.
I mean, it's not like, i won't see him again, but being without him kind of turns me off. As a person. I go back to that girl that i was before he came on to me at Chulie's. I'm not sure why, but coming out of any other mouth, the types of things that he said could be classified as dweeby.
A slight smile comes across my face still every time i look at my thumbs. That's one of the things that i guess he taught me to appreciate. Damn sly bastard. Each of his moves was as planned as you could expect from a guy. Do they honestly think anything they read in Maxim is going to get any REAL girls in the sack?
But my thumbs. It's weird. If some guy were to come up behind me and started to massage my shoulders, i'd probably be uncomfortable, but i wouldn't flinch. It's just my body, who cares. But the second he touched my hands, it felt like his lifeforce was trying to overpower mine, like a circuit. It could have just been a static shock, he is always complaining about that. All the rituals he must go through to keep the static electricity in his fleece from affecting his fine hair.
But my thumbs. That's what he chose to compliment me on, that's the pick-up, that was the topic of interest. I go out of my way to pick up clothes which you can't find in any store, and he's got the nerve to tell me how beautiful my thumbs are. All girls' thumbs are nice, unless they're some kind of skanky hoe, or they bite them to shit. Obviously he had a plan.
If i've learned anything, i've learned that it's not about the thumbs, it never was. Even after all the thumb theories he's dropped on me, what with aliens and what-not. It still didn't keep me from accepting the pint he offered me. Nor did it keep me from trusting him and his tricks. But he's gone now, so i'll just have to deal with it.
Just as i dealt with it at the bar.
When he left me sitting there, with my thumbs together on the edge of the bar, the pint of beer resting on them, like an idiot.
I mean, it's not like, i won't see him again, but being without him kind of turns me off. As a person. I go back to that girl that i was before he came on to me at Chulie's. I'm not sure why, but coming out of any other mouth, the types of things that he said could be classified as dweeby.
A slight smile comes across my face still every time i look at my thumbs. That's one of the things that i guess he taught me to appreciate. Damn sly bastard. Each of his moves was as planned as you could expect from a guy. Do they honestly think anything they read in Maxim is going to get any REAL girls in the sack?
But my thumbs. It's weird. If some guy were to come up behind me and started to massage my shoulders, i'd probably be uncomfortable, but i wouldn't flinch. It's just my body, who cares. But the second he touched my hands, it felt like his lifeforce was trying to overpower mine, like a circuit. It could have just been a static shock, he is always complaining about that. All the rituals he must go through to keep the static electricity in his fleece from affecting his fine hair.
But my thumbs. That's what he chose to compliment me on, that's the pick-up, that was the topic of interest. I go out of my way to pick up clothes which you can't find in any store, and he's got the nerve to tell me how beautiful my thumbs are. All girls' thumbs are nice, unless they're some kind of skanky hoe, or they bite them to shit. Obviously he had a plan.
If i've learned anything, i've learned that it's not about the thumbs, it never was. Even after all the thumb theories he's dropped on me, what with aliens and what-not. It still didn't keep me from accepting the pint he offered me. Nor did it keep me from trusting him and his tricks. But he's gone now, so i'll just have to deal with it.
Just as i dealt with it at the bar.
When he left me sitting there, with my thumbs together on the edge of the bar, the pint of beer resting on them, like an idiot.