ONE-NITE STAND


It was just supposed to be a romp. A silly, fun, sloppy last night in Austin. And it was. But, there was something in the way you looked at me. In the way you spoke to me. In the way you touched me. It made me never want to leave your side. It made me want to leave my life in the States and go back with you. You made a joke about our "future children," and I laughed with you, but felt a pang deep down. I'm not this kind of person. I am perfectly fine with one-nite stands and have them often. In fact, I had two in the three nights preceding meeting you. I knew you were English. I knew I'd probably never see you again. And that made you attractive in the beginning. Easy.

But, it wasn't easy at all. And when I saw you so briefly at the airport, I couldn't even bring myself to say Goodbye. And now I'm home. And you're back there. And I can't stop remembering how you smelled. How you felt. How you spoke to me. I know how to get a hold of you; but, I know I won't. I just need to go back to my real one-nite stands. The ones without the heart attached.




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