Saturday, May 30, 2009

On Desire

I sat in a bar last night surrounded by three guys I've made out with at some point in history. No recognition of that fact from any of them.

One was with his girlfriend, who he was dating the first time he kissed me two years ago.

One was sitting around the corner, staring at me out of one eye but refusing to talk to me, or to explain why I haven't heard a peep from him since.

One was talking to me about everything else in the world.

To be honest, I'm not really interested in any of them, but I would rather fight off their desire than wonder how it had been quelled.