Weird Science, Part 2
The best friend Shming says it's a phase. The mom says it's a pre-30 thing. Maybe something's gone wrong with the xxxperiment.
I've realized that since I stopped seeing J. and The Teacher, I've gone on a lot of first dates without feeling hungry for seconds. I don't know what that's about, really. I seem to just want to meet a cute boy for drinks, stay out later than I should, make out with them and then go to bed by myself. It's not something I consciously decided. I've just noticed that it's happened on the last few dates I've gone out on. And it's not as though the boys aren't cute, or that the dates aren't fun.
Warmed by fruity vodka elixirs and delicious wet kisses, I say to myself I'd like to see him again when the night's over. but then, something happens. . . or rather, nothing does. The ball's in my court, and I tend to let it roll casually out of the palm of my hand for no reason that I can identify yet. Maybe I just have to get up and break the chain. Pick up the phone. Go back for seconds. Maybe.
