I wish, for a moment, that I smoked. I wish for right now, there were a pack of cigarettes in my pocket, so I could walk across the bar to ask for a light.
Handlebar mustache, piercing eyes and a loud belt buckle, he stood. Just far enough away that I couldn't strike up a casual conversation, but close enough to see the outlines of his tattoo beneath his shirt.
Eyes catching, I hold his glance for several moments before I look a way. I tell my self I'm going to strike up a conversation, borrow a cigarette I don't need. I imagine the worst he can say, even that better than wondering. One more deep breath, I gather my courage. Can I do this? I wish I had something to hold in my hands to make me look more important and less alone. I start to feel confident, I set my feet in a path towards him.
A pretty girl walks up and I turn away. I can compete with my fears, but not my insecurity.
Handlebar mustache, piercing eyes and a loud belt buckle, he stood. Just far enough away that I couldn't strike up a casual conversation, but close enough to see the outlines of his tattoo beneath his shirt.
Eyes catching, I hold his glance for several moments before I look a way. I tell my self I'm going to strike up a conversation, borrow a cigarette I don't need. I imagine the worst he can say, even that better than wondering. One more deep breath, I gather my courage. Can I do this? I wish I had something to hold in my hands to make me look more important and less alone. I start to feel confident, I set my feet in a path towards him.
A pretty girl walks up and I turn away. I can compete with my fears, but not my insecurity.
You are a pretty girl!
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