I sat across a table from her.
A table with a glossy black surface.
We sat facing eachother and
There was a bottle of sparkling wine.
“Do you take alcohol?” She asked.
“No,” I replied.
“Do you smoke?” Definitely not.
I replied again.
“You are handsome, intelligent and
charming,” she said.
So why are you single?
I was confused.
(is it a date or a counselling session?)
But I think it was a compliment.
“So what’s your story?” Tell me.
“It’s a very long story.” I replied.
“Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“It will take years.” I replied again.
“I still want to hear,” she insisted.
At this point there were many
Voices in my head:
It’s a story of tragedy, pain, despair
But also triumph, joy and hope.
It was bad but also good.
Where do I begin? Which part of the
Story do I tell and which part do
I omit? I like her.
I don’t want to lose her.
So I poured a drink in both glasses
Raised my glass and said
“Let’s drink, let’s get wasted.”
She is a mind reader.
After a sip, she said “you don’t have
To worry. I know your story.
It’s not that bad.”