I never, ever thought about you until two weeks ago. Sure, we’d say
hi, but I don’t even remember our conversations, although I know we
had a few about two years ago. And then, that night happened and I
started thinking about you a lot.
Okay, so I haven’t seen you. Which seems unusual although I honestly
can’t remember if I used to see you around or not. I wasn’t paying
And I know that the way this is supposed to work is that you leave in
the morning and then we go back to being acquaintances, but I just
feel like if I’ve spent more than, say, a few moments with you naked,
we’ve become more than that.
Damn female hormones. Damn this biological attachment I, of course,
have to feel for you when you can just go spreading your seed and
whatever venereal diseases to whom you chose without consequence.
But the thing is, Hook-up, that now I’m thinking about you. And I wish
that you’d just, I don’t know, send a friendly little Facebook note or
just find me and say “Hi.” Because as much as I don’t know you, as
little as we’ve spoken, as much as I never thought about you before,
the fact is that I think about you every day now. And I’m wishing you
were there to see. Even just a little bit.
There, I said it. God damn these lady hormones.