![]() ![]() ![]() That’s not why I brought her out onto this porch. I want to ask, What do you see? But I’m afraid she’ll actually fucking tell me what she sees when she looks at me, and the last thing I want or need is a psych eval from a pretty girl in the middle of the night on a Friday. “No, I guess I’m not talkin’ about myself.”Ĭharlie is silent a few heartbeats before leaning back against the swing’s bench. “Are you even talking about yourself?” Charlie gives her head a shake. “I just know from experience-everything is one-sided and the other person loses out.” My statement is vague, slightly ominous, and only makes a bit of sense. “Who gets hurt? The other person? I thought guys didn’t care about feelings-are you telling me you’re sensitive?” “That sounds a tad dramatic.” I don’t see her eye roll, but I can hear it. Still, “Sex complicates everything, and I decided a long time ago I wasn’t lookin’ for any. “Why are you waiting?” Her question isn’t condescending or calculated, merely quiet and curious.Ī lilting little laugh fills the silence. ![]() Her head is cocked and she’s staring out into the dark yard. Oh Charlie, if were I the dating kind…I’d date the hell out of you. ![]()
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