"I've got to go...." she says

"No you don't..." I accuse

She really didn't, but it might've been for the better. A pink elephant scurries across my peripheral vision. I might have had too much wine and too little coconut shrimp. I love coconut shrimp.

I give in.

"Alright fine... you did promise me ice cream though."

She continues to play along, and I wonder what this game is called.
"I'll try to pass by after class tomorrow."
"Promise?" I'm trying to learn the controls still.

"I said I'll try..." and she pecks my cheek.

I give the puppy face. My secret weapon. Very few of the female species have been able to resist my legendary armor-piercing stare. Books have been written about the stare.

Not really. But they should.

We walk slowly to the door. Its slow, shes considering staying. She holds her funky bag with two hands, I reach for one and successfully grab without resistance. I love the stare.

"Theres noone at your house, theres nobody here. You don't have to go. We can keep eachother company," I hold my breath, she stays quiet.I'm tempted to go in for the kiss but I need to be cautious. The slightest wrong step will set off a mine. I wish these times came with instruction booklets.

Tug.

She steps forward back into my tiny wooden house. Its simple. I'm simple. Simplicity brings Harmony. You can't judge the simple and harmonious.


She sits down, still holding her bag with two hands, scanning the room. Sorry darlin, no axe murderers live here, nobody here cept us chickens.

buk buk

"Be right back," I say. I run to the bathroom. Gameface! Gameface!

Coconut shrimp meets red wine meets nervous stomache acids.
Gameface!

I come back out, shes not there. I call out, no answer.

Coconut shrimp meets red wine meets nervous stomache acids meets another lonely drunken night....