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April 13, 2007
Kissing You
Another long weekend has just flow by with parties and clubs. I keep reminding myself that at 35 that I should behave slightly more responsibly than I have done so in the past. In a way, I guess I do act slightly more mature, since I do at least respect my limits slightly better than I once did. However, the bar wasn't set so high in my youth.
I've had a tough time of it lately. The winter blues, they always seem to last past the beginning of spring. They always talk about getting spring fever too, which when I was in my teens and twenties might have meant I was interested in having as many flings as possible. However, now, sometimes I feel a tad lonely and I'm notoriously sentimental for lost loves, even if I have said before, most breakups have been for the best.
Nevertheless, there's an ex who I haven't seen in ages. I'm well aware that it's over. Somehow, though, when I'm kind of feeling bad that I haven't met the one, it's almost reassuring to see the face of someone who you know in the end that it is right you're no longer together anymore. Therefore, I must admit to doing the next best (or next worst thing) on Saturday night.
I gussied up and went to one of my favorite watering holes. I figured that I'd chat with a few acquaintances, even flirt a bit, but nothing less innocent. Needless to say, that particular night I just felt surrounded by too many couples, groups of laughing friends and even a couple dudes who seemed considerably more charismatic at working the room than I ever do.
I had another beer, even though I knew I should just leave. The crowd was thinning out and the night was definitely winding down. You could smell desperation in the room. I told myself that I wasn't feeling it, but finally, I saw some blue eyes and a certain smile that made me think of that long lost ex. I found my head spinning, as despite my reservations I seemed compelled to charm this complete stranger.
Long story short, there was a slight detour along the way home, as I walked the aforementioned individual home first. We talked and fooled around a bit, but I found myself making plans for another meeting some time soon. Now in hindsight, I realize I was really thinking of my ex the whole time. Kissing you, thinking of someone else is a classy act. Sometimes, I wish that I could read between the lines more, when it's me doing the talking, or better yet thinking before I open my mouth.
Posted by Will at April 13, 2007 2:13 AM
