| Shaking my hips and smiling
at a "hot" girl in a tight pink baby tee, with a wink of my eye and a grin of my teeth- and she smiles and dances to me. While I try to remember just why in the world I let my friends drag me into this. So here I am with a girl in a tight pink shirt and a gap between her midrift and her too low jeans- and she only wants me because I'm wearing a shirt so tight that it shows off my pecs,- and there must be something that she likes between my nipples and my biceps. And as she smiles and wanders her way over and as I manage not to break my smile (on the surface), inside I'm running away and throwing up somewhere else- because this is not what I want, and I am too much in love. |