Friday night, you exited Board of Missoula and walked behind my friend and I to the theater.
I thought you very handsome so I looked around you, instead of at you. You were tall, with a blue beanie and a reddish beard.
You waited in line behind us at concessions, you witnessed my great humiliation as I broke the water thing and we scrambled to fill the cups.
You went to Marcel the shell with shoes on, alone. I liked how loudly you laughed.
I look like a girl, with glasses my hair was up and I had shakey hands. You kept glancing at me, but I couldn’t tell whether it was from interest or annoyance.
Anyway I like the way you fill space.
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