I sat there nibbling the tail of my pen, twirling it between my fingers,picking at the pink polish.. Bah.. I hate when he fits me in whenever it is convenient, more like an ersatz fifth wheel. Conceited, grungy and dumber than a door knob..My lecherous beast, Champion of non sensical monosyllabic responses. It is more than a fair share of illusion. Tears sting my eyes. It was not pleasant, I agree..
Last night, I screwed it up big time. Probability and queuing theory has been a tough call for him since third semester. I scribbled the formulae. He craned his neck and slacked forward, sipping coffee.. saturated and boiled down. We played a card game, one more, and another one. He eased his extremities and wrinkled a yawn away. Sanju got me on the blower and my blue blooded prince armed stares at me. He slammed the…..
Jolted back ..as he shot a not-too-intimate gaze.
He creams me…More stimulation than in all the alcohol ever distilled. Ramshackled bits of the episode haunted .. echo of my disapproving exsistence..colour of smoke! Skull busting.. 2 seconds to let you pass by me. Cast me a smile please… Moon dappled visage..that superbest lopsided smile curve.. not too difficult to credit.
Hug me..idiot!! whole life is crushing me down…Err
