Love Interests

Nothing makes my mind race faster than meeting a potential love interest. The immediate fantasy of us together in a day, a month, a year. Compound that with hours of simulated conversation, inventing her quirks, imagining our serendipitous similarities. I imagine how her face looks longing for me, upset with me, placidly looking at a suspect meal on a long road trip. The first smile I ever show her happens after creating a long false history of us.

This is not a healthy start to a relationship.

The best couplings happen when you take things as they come, and pay attention. No one can live up to fantasies.

Still, there is a morbid pleasure in falling deep in love instantly.

The Extent of Escape Maneuvers

The bottle of sedatives lives in the nightstand. Pushed all the way to the end of the drawer it knows never to rear it’s head, it’s an easy reach away when needed. When the little bastard cylinder flies forward it’s a harbinger of wanting, a sharp click punctuates a need.

There won’t be any sleep tonight.