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Entry #567343, added on 03-25-08 @ 12:32 pm EDT.
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Title:
Night in the City
Standin' at the airport
Lookin' down the strip
She was dryin' her eyes,
She was bitin' her lip
747 just left from gate eleven,
And there's no turnin' round
'Cos it's just leavin' the ground
And gettin' higher
Standin' at the dock-side
Lookin' out to sea,
When I saw her there
But she did not see me
There she stood with no hope
Because she'd missed the boat,
And as her dreams sailed away,
She headed back for the day,
Back to the city.
Night in the city, oh, oh, oh,
Madness at midnight
Night in the city,
Drivin' you insane.
I was runnin' kinda lonely
At the city place
Waited for an hour
Never saw her face.
Crazy ladies that wait,
And slide around like a snake,
I just can't take anymore,
I'm going in through the door,
Into the city
We both removed our roses from the pins in our lapels, and as if in some synchronized dating nightmare, sighed, shrugged and rolled our eyes. The humor of watching the petals fall was not lost on either of us.
"Fancy a pint, then?" She resigned.
"Why not?"
The bartender gave us a cursory glance, took my money easily and served us like we were not going to tip. He was a good judge of character. We both raised a glass to True Romance
A couple of sips later, feet dangling from the high stool, I admitted to myself I may have gone too far in the personal ad, when I listed myself as TDH. A couple more sips and I corrected my logic again. After all, when I stated GSOH, it became her mistake to make.
"So hows the altitude down there?" She asked, stealing my peanuts.
Ouch, I let it sting for a second and then remembered her part in all of this:
"WLTM a carefree soul
Of youth, beauty and grace
Yet, here I sit with Monica, nuts and beer crammed in her face. "Never mind me - how's Miss USA?"
She dug her heel into my trainer. A perfect match. My stomach crunched, I watched her tear; it shouldn't be this way. We both had lied and tried to cheat what God had seen fit to bless us with.
"Come on, let's part ways and just pretend that neither of us did this. It never happened." I suggested. I honestly have to say I was surprised by her words which followed.
"Good Lord, you b**tard! Even short, fat, rude, and a little bit smelly - you guys are all the same!"
After spitting out her vitriol, she rose, pouted, and clattered out on tottering heels. The bar tender looked up at me with a sarcastic wink and mouthed "Casanova" before dissolving into giggles.
I hate dating.
(334 words)Footnotes
TDH - Tall Dark and Handsome
GSOH - Good Sense Of Humor
WLTM - Would love To Meet |
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