like the moon

I meet him at the bar.
His opening line is something awful but I make fun of him and laugh and he's hooked.
Or am I hooked?
I buy shots for my friends but they're far away.
So I take shots with him.
His friends think I'm legit for buying him a drink.
We talk throughout the entire night.
The music plays, we flirt and giggle and talk.
I dish it out and he toughs it out and reciprocates.
Are we really connecting?
Lustful.
The conversation is endless and intriguing.
No awkward pauses.
Witty banter and thoughtful opinions.
It takes two to tango.
I study his handsome face.
His smile implies true happiness.
His style isn't forced.
Three hours later and the bar is closing.
Time flies when you're having fun.
He asks for my pager number and AIM screen name in jest.
I give him my phone number.
He showers me with compliments, saying they're all from the heart.
I blush and say I don't believe him.
I really do.
He gets down on one knee and pretends to propose.
We kiss in the streets and his friends cheer.
My friends have all left me.
Thanks - and thanks.
Looks like I'm staying at his place.
The stipulation is no sex.
He obeys.
We enjoy a make out session and snuggle.
I wake up and he's left to hand write directions for me cause my phone is broken.
What a gem.
We walk together and get coffee.
He pays for it, just as he paid for my beverages last night.
How chivalrous.
Or was it an investment?
Conversation in sobriety is even better than drunk conversation.
It's because it's exactly the same.
That tells you something good.
He kisses me goodbye.
We walk around the park the next day and chat.
He tells me a funny stories and says there's more substance to him than people imagine.
He kisses me goodbye.
He leaves town.
Why do the best ones always live far away?
He tells me to come visit.
He ignores me.
He contacts me sporadically.
I feel like I'm walking on eggshells.
Do I text?
Do I call?
I don't like playing games.
So I don't.
I never feel like this.
I hate feeling like this.
Vulnerable.
Why say you'll call when you won't?
Maybe I'm used to being in control with boys, not men.
His sense of humor seems to have faded with each added mile between us.
What happened to those bright moments?
Is alcohol really all that it took?
My mind darts back and forth.
If a guy likes you, he will make time to see you.
Never be naive again.
Words are just that.
Feed me fallacies, it's easy.
Men are only after one thing.
Even if they say it's from the heart.
From the bottom of his heart, he wants to have sex with you.
I'm glad I'm newly celibate.
I guess I'm a tease.
He could be anyone.
I could be anyone.
Like the moon, the glittering glows then wanes.
Special is tough to find.
Don't go looking.