I - I'm a bit nervous...it's my first time..
He - Could you be any more melodramatic?
A short laugh shared, and some layers of the icy tension are shredded. Am still not entirely comfortable being here... in this not-so-elegant restro-bar with this not-so-cool seeming guy. Yes, a guy I'm meeting for the first time.
As the cigarette between my fingers dies and cries, I ponder if backtracking would be sensible... safer? With each falling flake, I drown further into this confusion.
Some part of my brain is politely exchanging small talk with him, some is busy screening the people nearby hunting for a known face; the rest of my brain is still debating.
The worst case scenario from the worst possible outcome results in me committing suicide, the best possible outcome is having a great orgasm.... Life is all about tough decision making 'eh.
He - So where do we do this? You wanna go back to my...
I - No.
He - Okayyy... Yours?
I - No.
He - Then what? How?
Am too busy evaluating him, his expressions, his answers; to actually reply. Searching for something on his face, I stop at his chin.
The answer had been infront of me all this time...
How could I have been so foolish! So naive... So ignorant!
I - You always keep a beard?
He - Yea... mostly. Am a beard guy...
I - It's really well shaped
He - Yea, a very tedious task.
I - You trimmed it today? Before coming?
He - Haha, yea. Just for meeting you.
I - But it's November!
He - So?
I - He who shaves for a woman, deserves neither.
