Getting Picked Up By The Waitress
2003-04-30 - 12:12 a.m.
before/after
strangely
non-functional guestbook
getting picked up by the waitress and she mistress of the comedy club long on sarcasm and short on laughs with long brown hair and long legs, that wrapped well around me what does she have to tell me with the stress and the tears the friends leaving messages her leaving messages, pleading and crying for no reason whatsoever than maybe I forgot to call once, "call me back...if you want...if you want...if you're not done with me." breaking down into sobs I couldn't understand nor explain why or what was said, other than to say 'what the fuck?' at two am on a wednsday night. the rattled look behind her eyes which speaks of scared little girl, still inviting me into her warm soft bed the first night we met, still taking a chance at it all, she offering to pay for the cab the next day, making me feel proudly like a whore. cab driver says, "guess you had a good time last night, huh buddy?". getting home and finding I left my keys, but not being entirely sure where her apartment was, cruising around for hours with a hippie, trying to find her pad, trying many doors to no avail finding my way late to work, having to call her even though I would have anyway, just another man falling into her trap.
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