It was warm in the club, but not hot, not sweltering like we both felt. The ability to make a man feel uncomfortable is not unfamiliar to me (I've been labeled intimidating), but the ability to make a man feel physically uncomfortable is a new one. There were sparks coming out of our eyes. Even brushing up against him seemed to emit a force field that was incomprehensable for both of us. How much conversation we had is something I can't even recollect, it was just those eyes.
So how much does Karma love me?
Enough to love to give it to me from behind and poke my eyes out at the same time. Because chemistry means nothing when someone has a significant other. Despite what J says, homewrecking is not an option. Especially when I found out his girlfriend is moving from Vancouver in with him. Wow. So he left. Because terribly, I couldn't stop flirting and neither could he.
So now. Nothing. Except the memory of sparkle flashes and heat.
O yeah, and L rubbing in how perfect we would be together.
I will still take time to give thanks for three things, because what else do you do when all you want to do is lay in your bed and smoke opium and have dreams about your unattainable dream guy.
1. I spoke with two of my Van friends on Sunday, and that always makes me feel good. Besties are the best.
2. I might, maybe, shouldn't type it here, but finally get my long hard fought promotion. Mama needs a new pair of shoes (not really, but a vacation would be nice).
3. My lost camera could be replaced thanks to my Mom's Visa insurance.
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