the other day...

I spent the afternoon with a boy I had just met. He was blond and happy and scruffy...just like boys I used to date in college. He smelled like pot and cigarette smoke...just like the boys from my filmschool days. He had a way of making me feel charming, funny, and beautiful....just like every boy i fall in love with. And he had 2 beautiful birds tattooed, one on each shoulder blade...just like the Javanese buddah on my desktop, who has scars on each of his shoulder blades.

As we were parting ways, he offered me his number. I just smiled and walked away...just like every other time I am unsure of what I want.