Are you flirting with me?
Am I
she shifted her feetset her drink on the tall café table beside
them leaned in towards him quietly
Men
usually try to flirt with me.
Try
Usually . . . they’re not good at it.
Am I Good at it
I can’t tell.
You’re sending mixed signals.
One if by land two if by sea
By whaif Three
We’re not in a church belfry.
The Anglicans woudnt have been pleased
or perhaps not allowed liquor in but tapped his jacket
breastpocket have the flask my father gave me when I
left home
A talisman of sorts
Particularly now that hes dead
Oh. I’m sorry.
Me too
Thank you
Whaif three
Oh.
We’re back.
We is
So are you? Or are you not?
Maybe Likely
As a woman correct me if Im wrong Because men hit on you in their way thinking you meat have made you suspect put you on guard
For those poor unfortunate slobs I
apologise
Harper Excuse Me Mr
Are you familiar
No.
Ill familiarise you A line I like gotta admit awfullyappropriate the
line smiled
I'm taking the Mr./From out in front of your name/Cause it's a Mr. like
you/That puts the rest of us to shame
Not all men.
No
However.
Your slobs. Shame.
You seem . . .
antagonised.
Irritated Possibly antagonised
To answer your question
Im talking with you talking to you
Youre
attractive Intelligent
We like whiskey neat
Flirting
Not tha I consciously strive for
Then your unconsciousness is awfully
good at it.
Up holdup your drink a toast
she laughed fantastic
dimples
held
her glass up
To three lanterns
she
bellylaughed
Three.
turned some heads in the bar
647preferred, Thursday,
6 11. 25
1109, Wednesday,
12 11. 25
Harper
Excuse Me Mr https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJjsEyW5l6M
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