Looks

The show’s coming out tomorrow so I’ll post again this weekend or today.

Back in the day, my ex hated that mirror so I put it away. As luck would have it, I had just brought it out, dusted it off and put it up when she arrived last Sunday.

I spoke to the girl with eyes like faded jeans today who sent me back my jacket in the crumpled pink box in the picture. I’m disappointed because I thought it might be something but it turned out to be nothing.

We broke up twice before and each time, she felt I moved on too quickly. This time, I waited and made sure this is what she wanted. Yes.

We broke up because of an argument. I learned the hard way that it’s better to have honest disagreements than pretty lies. She wants someone who doesn’t argue with her and I guess that’s possible but I can’t see how real a relationship that could be.

Her past relationships have been rough on her and now I think I know why. Easy is fake; hard is real. Such is life.

I was going to tell her when I reconsidered. She would have just disagreed with me and that’s a losing bet. She’s not my girl anymore.

Me? I met up with a girl who’s leaving town. She loved a brown-eyed man on the other side of the world and I loved a blue-eyed girl on the other side of NYC.

We’re perfect for each other – except that we’re not.

With enough rum, we are and that’s good enough for the time being.

Looking back at all my posts this week, you must think I’m conceited. My friends always catch me staring at myself in mirrors. I’m not staring because I’m vain. I’m staring because I’m always surprised.

Because, in my head, I don’t look like that at all.

In my head, I look like this.

Location: @1AM, doing the Standard in some UWS bar
Mood: sotted
Music: gonna make a change, for once in my life