A Little Respect(s)

I was just having a Halloween cocktail and thinking about the boy I met last week at Respects. One of them. The last one.

Not that I’ve generally met any quality guys there, to my knowledge. But he was a particularly skilled kisser. Not just out for sex. He seemed to crave a connection.

I could be wrong. I usually am. I like fun more than any girl. Much more. But I want so very much more and I don’t know why I can’t seem to have it.

I’m almost sorry I didn’t keep his number. Like to the point of wondering whether I should have shown up last night, just in case he came looking for me.

There’s a part of me that thinks he was there. I won’t fool myself for a minute that I broke his heart. But I wonder.

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