first date

We sat on his couch. It was dark except for the moonlight. I straddled his lap as I ran my hand across my thigh to show him the rip in my stocking.



"See?"



He smiled.



"What brought you here?" I asked.



"A blonde girl from New Jersey."



He told me he was married.



"What happened?"



"We grew apart."



"Still… it must have been nice to be so in love," I said.



"Yeah… " he replied. "Have you ever been in love?"



"I don't think so."



Then he told me, "You have to want it."



That night, I fell asleep in his arms. I wish I knew then that he didn't want it. But when I close my eyes, everything is still perfect.