I casually entered the clean-cut, averagely creative home of a great lover and an alright friend.
We kissed, my lips pulling away a tid bit quicker than she would have liked.
So I hurriedly bit her lip with a cute, instigative smile, and said hello.
We talked briefly about nothing, gazing lovingly and lustfully, respectively, in or at each other's eyes, or something.
I wasn't playing games.
At least not intentionally.
I wanted to be there.
I wanted company, conversation, companionship, or collaboration.
She said she did too.
She didn't seem to want to say she cared.
I didn't want to ask.
I don't need answers to questions I can intuitively understand.
But maybe I need distance from opportunities that only partially excite me.
She's... a good person.
Has ambition, intellect, and privilege - a decent recipe for success.
She's damn good looking, with a feisty side the average guy wouldn't guess.
And if this all added up to something near perfect,
Well I suppose I wouldn't be here writing this.
So thanks to you, someone else,