Bad Timing
"How was Michigan?" asks Macy. It's good to be back in Chicago: population fifty trillion and all the bar staff know your name. "How did it go with seducing that guy?"
Oh yeah, seducing that guy. I don't know what was more humiliating: having my feelings thrown back in my face over a Subway sandwich or having him beat me at pool five times in a row afterwards. The pool, probably. I hate losing at pool. I've barely won a game since I've been here, which I don't really understand seems the pockets are bigger. Everything in America is bigger: winning should be easier, by a mile.
It's not me though, it's him, right? Right. I understand. Bad timing, he said. Maybe we can hook up again in five years' time. Five years, I laughed. Five years?! Are you out of your mind?! I mean, I'm gonna be famous in five years time!
But then all of a sudden I couldn't quite swallow, my mouth full of bread and jalepeno. Don't cry, cowgirl, don't cry: whatever you do next, do not cry.
"It went pretty well to be honest, Macy," I lie.
12 comments:
I'm sorry.
I know; it's okay.
Peace.
Aw I'm sorry - I had high hopes for you with him.
As for American pool, the rules are different you need to go for a pot each time so there's little room for flukes, makes for a much more skilled game when you get the hang of it.
Michigan?...meh!
Flyover territory.
i'll play with you when you get home. i'm shite at pool, you'll hammer me. then i'll sulk, give you a hug and it will all be better.
promise.
Bechod. Ond yn amlwg doedd y boy 'na ddim cweit reit yn y pen.
Subway? Klassy. No loss. NEXT.
Oh. I hope you didn't cry only because chewing and crying is so ghastly and miserable. I guess you could have blamed the jalapeno? Yes - you will be famous in 5 years time and he will be kicking himself! Take care.
boo urns...
losing sports (is it a sports?) game against a boy is usually much worse.
"population fifty trillion and all the bar staff know your name"
Yeah! That's the Chicago I remember! And having a hangover...and missing our train...and staying one more night..and after-hours places...
Nothin' quite like it.
Not EVERYTHING is bigger in America (in my experience anyways). Maybe that's why...eh I'm reaching.
sorry but that guy is a frickin idiot
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