She's super nice and probably one of the best looking women I've picked up yet. But she's the same name as my mother plus Elle's there; not that I think she cares but still. And my mind's on someone else. I tell her we'll run into each other again and politely eject. Besides, I tell WM, as we exit and turn onto 79th Street, there's always something 'round the corner.
Sometimes, quite literally. Cause I immediately lock eyes with a grey-eyed girlie outside a bar who grins at me and says, Hi there! WM rolls his eyes as I wink at her and say, Howdy.
She swings by and we end up watching two films and ordering in. We somehow find ourselves doing Stupid Human Tricks: I do a split and she touches the back of her head with her toes. We both end up laughing on the floor.
There's that word again: disappointment. Isn't that the worst, worst part of dating?
Heartgirl just told me why she couldn't make it. It was a very good reason, actually. But there's always a very good reason to bail, yeah? To quote HEI, everyone has their front-runners and back-burners. To add to that, sometimes you're the front-runner, sometimes you're the back-burner. Just how it shakes out.
While I think Heartgirl and I'll always be friends, there's never a really a good point to stick around, romantically, if you're someone's back-burner. Mrs. Lo didn't raise any stupid sons.
Hopeless romantic ueber-nerds, yes. Stupid, no.
Cause I believe someone'll see what you're worth; you'll be someone's front-runner someday and she'll be yours. Until then we all do just fine on our own.
Music: I'm just gonna drive